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Thursday, December 26th, 2002
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12:05 pm
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I'm off to take care of some rock bidnet. I'm dragging Mark along with me again. Poor guy. His arm's going to come loose soon, but I want him to meet Jared.
I called Astral, but the boss man doesn't seem to be in. Maybe if we wander the city enough we'll run into him at some point.
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9:57 am - Oh, damnit
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I've spent most of the day trying not to think about it. I've kept my mind occupied as best as I can. Unfortunatly, the chemicals only dull the senses, but that piercing sensation never goes away. Fuck me for having too much tolerance.
It wasn't too long ago that I was on top of the world, and nothing could have knocked me down. Now, here I am, clinging to the edge. Nothing makes sense anymore.
If he'd only say the word, I'd come running. But I'm not putting on my shoes until then.
I wish I knew what to do. I'm not used to feeling this lost.
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| Monday, December 16th, 2002
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9:29 pm
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I can't believe who I ran into today. Mark freakin' Ash! We stopped off at the World's End for a pint, and then I dragged him back to my flat while I grabbed a coat. When did it get so cold all of a sudden? Brr!
Mark is...well, on top of being a bit raarrr, he's also pee-in-your-pants funny. I've been laughing myself silly all day. I'm going to drag him around a bit longer, and hopefully turn him into my personal love slave. We'll probably take a run over to the studio and then figure out what else we'll do.
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| Thursday, December 5th, 2002
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10:00 am - Well.
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My life has taken an interesting twist. Needless to say, it's been quite a morning. I've run the gamut of emotions since the fight with Iago, and right now I'm just too tired to think anymore. It's just that...well, how could he think I'd cheat on him? I would never do that.
Would I?
I don't know. I want to talk to him again, but it's best that he cools out for a bit. Until then, maybe I should find Billy and apologize. He didn't deserve that shit Vada wrote about him. Then again, maybe I should forget the whole thing for now.
That's it. Screw this. I'm obviously not thinking clearly right now. I sound like an angsty 15-year-old who's been stood up at the prom. I'm a big girl. Though, admittedly, this would make a great song for JSB. haha I'm going to focus on the record and the band. I think I'll take a run over to the studio and see about picking up those tapes we did last week.
Right. Good. I'm feeling better already.
*slump*
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