In regards to myself..

a presumed good friend of mine decided to post a bulletin in response my desire to get my back tattoo. a myspace bulletin. because apparently i would deny things in a phone call:

as much as i love tattoos and piercings, now is not the time to be wasting your money on that shit. you ditched college, you dont have a job, and you waste your money on chasing bands. you think youre finding yourself, but being your friend, it kills me to see you wasting your fucking life. you have talent, you just dont know where to place it professionally. were in the next great depression. instead of wasting your time trying to be in a scene, make yourself respected being known as the girl with no experience who fucking made money doing what she knows best. managing bands. im sick of giving you subtle hints and seeing you waste your time. dont be retarded.



-you know who you are.


-love josh


now, i would have appreciated a phone call. i would have loved to discuss it in a phone call. you didn't even know anything that happened with me in virginia...or the plan with the rest of tax returns or how i just want to get my outline done first then slowly work on the tattoo and go about it in a smart way. and you just didn't even care to ask. that fucking pisses me off. and thank you for getting high and mighty about relationships. good thing i don't want or need one right now. and i stopped running away. that's why im BACK in the state that i loathe. i'm taking the neccesary steps to get my life on track. and as for me trying to be someone that i'm not?? i love art. and tattoos fascinate me. they always have. i'm just trying to express myself further.


that whole conversation made me lose a little respect for you. i just needed to fucking vent.