Blah blah blah blah blah blah ...

Try and say that many times very fast. All together now. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah ...

Almost catchy, like a stupid song I recently wrote.

Now try it really slowly, just once. Blllaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.

Almost pointless, like a stupid day I just lived through.

Almost pointless. Not completely pointless.

Found out that Casanova has a problem with a wedding I'm going to in March, something I've had planned for a while now. He's under the impression that all band members should leave all weekends open for potential gigs. (hmm, just like I left all of January open for a gig that got booked in February) Wamba thinks our fearless bass player is just venting because of personal problems at home. As for me, I don't give a shit why he's venting. I give a shit that he's venting about me, and venting about me to IceDog.

There's something that so few people in this world seem to understand: "If you have a problem with ME, talk to ME about it, and don't go bitching to SOMEONE ELSE, so I have to hear about it from SOMEONE ELSE, who is all stressed about it even though he had nothing to do with it."

So I'm calling Casanova tomorrow and telling him that I'm buying him a drink sometime before the band practices again. It'll be one of those conversations that starts with "So, do you have something you need to say to me?" and hopefully progresses positively from there.

Leave it to someone else's passive-aggressiveness to force me to confront my own.

Blah.