Something I can feel

Updates from post previous:
His dog died. No one should have to try to do a show when that happens and so I'm not mad at him anymore. Tho really it was only pretend mad because I still got a bitchin' show and all. That's very sad and I've been annoying Sir Doggytrousers with extra lovin' since I found that out and I think I'm pissing him off. But I don't care. It's important to give doggies lots of lovin'.
WDEM has been canned from *$. Finally. Only about 9 months too late I think. But better late than never. Instant karma's gonna get you bitch. And after all that time you spent laughing at fools like me. Sure hope you don't lose yr house and yr car and yr washer and dryer during the course of yr unemployment. It's awfully sad to think of the financial hardship you'll be enduring whilst you get paid for the amount of work you've been doing for the last 9 months. You see halfwit-you do no work you get no pay. Welcome to the real world. Life's a bitch, get a fuckin' helmet. (I know it's bad taste to revel in the misfortune of others, but bloody hell, there's times when it just can't be avoided. This is one of those times. I really hope to see her running to U-Scan at Kroger on 3rd shift soon. That way I can stand there and point and laugh my balls off. I'm going to hell for that wish...
But I can't help but laugh just a little too loud at this news when it is added to this bit of news: I seem to have another gig. A quite possibly better and more fun gig and one that pays better at that. It's like-it's like that karma thing again. I think Johnny boy would've appreciated the way it played out with WDEM and all. Feck, I bet Yoko would be amused to. It's just effin amusing. The whole thing...Well, except for the part about Billy the dog. That's not funny. That's really really sad and it kind of palls the joy of everything else.
OH! And the sister is going to the Dublin Irish Fest with me. We're going to camp, and I presume she knows that the very band she left me in NYC the last time I saw them is playing. I presume---I mentioned all of this and she still came up with the idea she come with me. I'm afraid. Or it could be the California Wake people talk about for decades. Hard to say-it'll be interesting. And at least this time if she leaves me I'm only a shuttle bus ride away from a hotel and she probably won't break camp and leave but instead cool down and we can laugh about the constant abandoment in the morning. I really hope she doesn't leave me anywhere this time. Or-maybe she hopes I don't stay after she's ready to go. Kind of depends on perspective maybe.

AND-I'm running a contest for anyone that can name all of the songs that have inspired the titles for my entries. Clearly this contest will never be won cuz no one reads this damn journal (which I believe to be a perfectly alright thing-despite the fact that I do believe I'm brilliant---I would hate people to read this and then tell me that the truth is otherwise) but the contest still amuses me.