Sunday Vertigo.
I am in a snit.
I formed a "mix-tape" committee with a group of people and I'm nervous that nobody will like my cassette.
Basically, we pick a theme, like, songs that have the word goat in them, or something, then we all make a mix tape/cd about it, then we mail them to eachother, listen, pick a winner, then they pick the next theme...
it's pretty genius.
but I really like and respect these people. For one, they are wicked cool, and super smart, and I don't want them to think I'm a total suck because my tape is lame.
I just know when I get theirs in the mail, I'm gonna be like, "shit, I AM a buttpipe." I know it. So now I'm frantically trying to get all mine finished in the next day or to get them in the mail. I still need good cover art, track lists, fucking envelopes, and I need to find a post office. I haven't been to a post office in years... I'm not sure if I'll know how to work one. (by the by...Walter Schreifels : UnitedByWalter.com : Msg Board - Excoboard.com UBW forever!)
Bah... I get worked up over the stupidest things. I can't help it. No wonder my ulcer is the size of Lydon's head. (that's big.) I think I might need a backyotomy, too.
I'm spazzing over this tape shit all night, for many nights in a row, as I stare at my insurance bill all enveloped up and stamped and ready to go,JUST SITTING THERE. What's wrong with me? All I have to do is put it in the mailbox, and I can't even manage to do that. 3 seconds. That's all it would take, and I don't do it.
it's almost like I refuse.
think about that.
I formed a "mix-tape" committee with a group of people and I'm nervous that nobody will like my cassette.
Basically, we pick a theme, like, songs that have the word goat in them, or something, then we all make a mix tape/cd about it, then we mail them to eachother, listen, pick a winner, then they pick the next theme...
it's pretty genius.
but I really like and respect these people. For one, they are wicked cool, and super smart, and I don't want them to think I'm a total suck because my tape is lame.
I just know when I get theirs in the mail, I'm gonna be like, "shit, I AM a buttpipe." I know it. So now I'm frantically trying to get all mine finished in the next day or to get them in the mail. I still need good cover art, track lists, fucking envelopes, and I need to find a post office. I haven't been to a post office in years... I'm not sure if I'll know how to work one. (by the by...Walter Schreifels : UnitedByWalter.com : Msg Board - Excoboard.com UBW forever!)
Bah... I get worked up over the stupidest things. I can't help it. No wonder my ulcer is the size of Lydon's head. (that's big.) I think I might need a backyotomy, too.
I'm spazzing over this tape shit all night, for many nights in a row, as I stare at my insurance bill all enveloped up and stamped and ready to go,JUST SITTING THERE. What's wrong with me? All I have to do is put it in the mailbox, and I can't even manage to do that. 3 seconds. That's all it would take, and I don't do it.
it's almost like I refuse.
think about that.
posted by maria | 1:23 AM
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I've been horrible with bills lately. I have two parking tickets that need to be paid. I spent 4 months waiting to pay a $25 doctor bill. It's not that I can't afford to pay these (annoying) things, it's just that I don't want to.
I'd be scared shitless to be in one of these clubs. You're a better man than me.
ooh,damn. that sounds like fun. except i don't make mixtapes any more, nowadays i do the cd burning on my computer machine from my megahyperinsane empeethree collection. i wanna join yer club! good luck with yer mixtapemadness! :)
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