what was once a perfectly respectable thread about music has gone to the gutter. Guess I'll just keep reading my copy of Big Titty Prison Bitches and pray for your souls...
Here's why I'm not happy this morning: I performing in a friend's director's project, and I'm wearing the world's most ridiculous costume. A white satin nightgown, a church-lady cardigan sweater, a long velvet trench coat, 5 multicolered scarves, character shoes, and I've got stigmata scars drawn on my wrists. And here's why I'm an idiot: I did this all at home, so now I have to walk all the way across campus. AND it's raining, no less, once again confirming that indeed god hates me.
I think I'm going to call a cab. Fuck this.