Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.
Jan and Ryan spent practically all night browbeating me over the sorry state of my career in music. I really don’t think I’m cut our for this line of work. I want to be with John, I want to stay home and do my own shit and not have anything to do with music for the rest of my fucking life. That’s it!! Fuck it. I’m sick of it. I can’t control everything. I’m not the one to do all the work that needs to be done. They can all lick my ass, okay? MOMMY!!! I want to go home NOW. I want to be home. Goodbye.
The show went fine by the way. No problems there, I’m just sick of everybody telling me what I should fucking do when it’s not even my job to manage certain things, and it’s not my fault when problems occur. Assholes. GRRRRRRRR!!!