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2004-11-12 - 8:29 p.m. - wake up call to self i was kidding myself when i thought i could move to california and find people who understand me, and can relate to the things ive been through. no, it's all tour buses and per diems out here. nevermind that sleeping in rest areas and not eating on the 36-day tour you booked by yourself CRAP, sarah, you have no idea what youre talking about. try having to share the back bench seat of the 15 passenger 2001 van that your label bought for you (with matching trailor) for two whole weeks, and not getting to shower for THREE DAYS! gasp! and then i go, well at least there's my boyfriend who has become my best friend over that last couple years and knows me better than most of the people in the world, right? at least i can find some comfort there. that is, until i accidentally stumble upon a comment some girl left on a myspace profile belonging to the singer of a band that said boyfriend worked for last year: "Nov 10, 2004 02:53 PM so when you came to town last year, your merch dude totally hit on me... come back so he can do it again" and then i go, oh yeah, im totally and completely alone. |