To the moon and the stars or however that fucking piece of shit song goes . . . I have NO PATIENCE with assholes. And I have no patience with those who have no patience with me.
Those-who-shall-go-unmentioned-because-you-know-who you are, where do you get off saying "our collaboration is pointless" simply because I don't like, fly down to your city enough, dude? How does that float your boat? What, you think I'm floating on a lake of shekels?
Well, let me tell you how it floats my boat. That is the fucking LAST TIME you will be ever hearing from me. Hope that makes you happy, because, frankly, it makes me VERY happy! No more dealing with you and your anxieties and nervous disposition.
Besides, I have to go make a vinaigrette.
That sucks.
ReplyDeleteAhh, well, I happen to know he doesn't read this blog, but basically my pianist friend in California gave me the pink slip because I'm not there enough. The "absent composer", that's me.
ReplyDeleteWell, fuck him. I'll find someone else. Let him screw his girlfriend, Bonnie Raitt, instead. I happen to LIKE not not being in Montreal.
I tend to find that when problems come up that have been there all along, but now they're used as reasons... they're actually justifications for decisions already made.
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