Posts by author: Mush
In which I’ve had a mellow, gig-free weekend. Friday was review day at work. Teh BF and I totally own that bitch and we both had great reviews. W00t! (Although I was a talkative dork in my review, and barely let management get a word in edgewise. I’ll have to continue to do really well […]
In which there’s another unrelated list. Friday, I played a tasting room with the boys. Got drunk on wine. Saturday, I did this. Sunday, I napped. A lot. Monday, I worked. Today, I upgraded my WP installation to the latest version, and downloaded some jazz from here. How the hell have YOU been?
In which there was an unexpected overnight package. Since I have a gig tonight immediately after work, I had Kaje drive me home on our lunch hour so I could do my hair and face and change clothes. (I straightened my hair, but blew off the clothes-changing and merely packed my makeup into my purse. […]
In which I’m the proud owner of a shiny new airline ticket. First of all, to all you “online marketers with a passion for blogging” fucktards: fuck the hell off. Stop linking to me. I hate you. Srsly. Second of all, to everyone else: it’s official! I’ve bought a ticket to Vegas! I’ll be there […]
In which I bitch and moan. The best thing about blogging is that one can complain all she wants. Which is exactly what I’m going to do. You probably should not read this: My neck and upper back are totally fucked up. I can’t turn my neck, and have to rotate my entire upper body […]
In which a picture is worth a thousand wo- …oh screw it. Here’s some pix of Ritzville. On Saturday, the Kings and I played the main stage from 1.30 to 2.30: And then we played a 2-hour set in the Pastime, a wonderfully reesty little bar across the street from the main stage packed with […]
In which there’s another little road trip that will cost more than it earns. (I mean, we don’t do this shit for money, people. We do it, when gas costs four-plus-dollars a gallon, for the attention!) This weekend’s gig is about two hours away in a town called Ritzville, which means more driving and more […]
In which I mumble about software in a way that is of no interest to anyone but myself. I can’t figure out what the fuck to do about PIM. Once upon a time, I used Outlook on my computer and carried a synced PocketPC. Email, address book, calendar, tasks: all in one place and portable. […]
In which there’s more sympatico. Saturday night I told Kaje that I couldn’t figure out how he turned out so well. I’ve heard all kinds of utterly insane stories from him in the past two months, and in them he is – not to put too fine a point on it – a total fucking […]
In which I *do* go on about my cute BF. Yesterday my dorky boyfriend informed me that it was our “two-month anniversary.” (Two months. SIXTY ONE DAYS. Who counts shit like that? Six months, maybe, or a year, but two months?!) We almost went out to dinner after work, but I was unbathed and wearing […]
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