contradiction

Things are better. Less stress. Had the "what the fuck?" talk with the guy. It worked out well.

Of course, I almost killed him in the studio tonight, he was being a class A dick. So finally I just said fuck it, you are not going to get it, let's just work. I laid down some vocals on a track of his that blew his fucking mind. How's that for revenge? Can't be an asshole now, can he? Haha. Actually, he was quite sweet on the way home. Odd. A friend of mine suggested that maybe he is doing all this weird shit - the condescention and rudeness, the distance, the control games - because he actually has feelings for me, and he is scared of that. Well, could have fooled me, dammit. Although, last night, he did go into a weird tangent about how he couldn't get into a relationship because he is probably going back to Canada in 9 months. I was like - dude, I never asked for that. Hmmmm...His parents seem to think we are dating. They are really cool.

Which brings me to a funny and mortifying story...when I met his dad (like I said before, the guy who produced "the Wall"), he and my friend were walking in the door to the house. I looked up and saw a figure backlit in the doorway, and he said "Hello", and I just said "Hey". He responded "Hey?" and it was then that I realized I was talking to the dad. Oh my gods how horrifying was that. I jumped up and apologized, explained that I thought he was his son. It was really a bad way to start off...heehee. Of course, things have gotten much better, his dad and mom and I are getting along fabulously. His mom seems to fancy me quite a bit...but I am pretty good with parents.

Here is another funny story - when my friend went to pick up his mom at the airport today, he left a chicken in the oven. Well, he ended up being REALLY late. Anyone who knows me, knows that a shitty cook I am. I know how to find the good restaurants. So anyways, his dad calls my cell phone to tell me that my friend is going to be late with his mom and that I need to flip the chicken. I say OK and hang up. I then realize I have no idea what they mean by "flip the chicken". So I frantically call my roommate, who is a genius cook. She doesn't answer. I am freaking. So I call my mom. She reminds me that she is the reason I cannot cook, she doesn't do it either. So eventually I just made the executive decision to flip the chicken completely over and hope for the best. YAY! I was right. I was very fearful - the mom had just come out of surgery and this was her homecoming meal - her fave. Not something to leave in my hands. Haha.

So anyways, I am back Monday. Anyone want to go get saucy?