| Current mood: | pissed off |
So tonight was fun. *rolls his eyes* Totally. I just love stupid disc jockeys calling me at home after a long day of rehearsals to ask me things that are not even any of their business. What fan really cares who have had sex with? The real fans ...well ... hell they are probably curious, but they care more about the music. At least I would hope they would. Asking me about if I tapped this ass or that one. Pretty extensive list this guy had. Of course if he only knew the truth of what I'm doing in the bedroom right now.
I think I handled the asshole pretty well. He was just being too much. Deserved to hung up on.
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