tryst

I wake up at 8:30, work until 5 for a lousy 55 bucks, race home, change, go directly to the studio where I spend the next 5 hours standing up singing the same songs over and over again until they're good and my voice is dead. I come home cold and tired as fuck only to find a note on the the thermostat from one of my roommates rudely telling the reader not to put the temp over 65.

EXCUSE ME?
It's fucking January, and there's a smashed out hole in our glass door patched with duct tape -- a convenient staple, but NOT INSULATION. And how did the glass get smashed? Well, ask the asshole who put the fucking note on the thermostat. I'm so livid I want to crank it to 95 just because I can. Since when was 70 degrees unreasonable. Last time I checked it was commonly considered ROOM TEMPERATURE!

Issue #2:
Apparently I'm a squatter living in a little punk rock retreat. Otherwise, how can I explain the four random strangers I've encountered walking into my fucking house without even a knock in the past two weeks. I don't particularly enjoy (when I'm upstairs in my room playing piano in my knickers) having a total stranger interrupt me to ask where a certain person's room is. This is not an appt complex. It's A HOUSE. That hallway is not a hallway connecting appts. It's a private hallway in a private house. The crime is trespassing. And the Tryst is pissed. You might think "oh easy! simple solution -- lock your door Tryst!!" Oh, I do. Our door is one of those doors you have to have a key to open even from the inside to get in/out. Needless to say, locking the door at peak hours is a huge risk. Last time I did, it resulted in one of my roommates FREAKING OUT because he didn't feel like reaching in his pocket and taking out his KEY. So to get revenge, when he finally opened the door, he left and left it wide open, which in this house is a HUGE NO NO. I have a cat who is very outdoor-eager and loves to run away. This cat also means everything to me.

Right now I hate my fucking roommates. I'm sorry I had to vent. It's just that I don't think it's unreasonable to set the t-stat at 70 on a cold winter day, and I don't think it's unreasonable to get upset when people I don't know come wandering into out house alone without knocking. And I don't think it's unreasonable to want to lock the front door to try and prevent strangers from coming in my house and making me feel uncomfortable.

This is off the subject, but it makes me feel sick when you find something good about someone and you think it's real, and then by coincidence you come to find out that they borrowed it from someone else -- that it's not even really theirs. They saw it, they liked it, they decided to keep it because it looked good on them. And they don't think you can tell when the real mccoy comes along. And then when you see them continuing to act, it makes you feel sorry for them, because how insecure does a person have to be to steal someone else's ideas when ideas are so innumerable? You feel sorry for them, but then you realize that they've actually grown to believe these ideas are theirs. They've actually taken pieces of people they liked and made themself into this completely fake and disturbed, SAD human being.

albeit versatile.

Also, I want to take this time to thank imu and bowiee for their help when my car got bonked by some hit and run jerk.

And I want to thank Warhawk and Cheech for the AWESOME Xmas gifts. Apparently you don't have to shove a wishlist in people faces if they like you enough.

I also want to rethank Cheech for all the mail, the mix cd, for coming to my shows and my party, and for the keyboard that I play every single day. It's my saving grace until I get a real piano. Thank you so much, Cheechers.