This is per a conversation I had yesterday...in retrospect this is what I should've said:
1. That was some fuck shit... the worst cop-out line EVER. The least you could've done is not insult my intelligence.
2. Yes it hurts (as in present tense damn it)!!! Throw some more salt in my wound please since apparently I am a glutton for punishment. [*major sarcasm*]
3. Frankly, I'm rather glad you said it. You just proved to me that you don't DESERVE me at all. [mad that I wasted my time, happy cause now I have free time-- I have shit to do! *middle finger*]
4. Fuck your exes--I'm glad I'm the opposite of all of them. I happen to like me thank you very much and I could give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks about me or the situation.
5. I guarantee you, you will notice an immediate difference when I'm gone.
6. For the record, I'm know I'm NOT your girl. I'm also NOT your pet project, guinea pig, personal assistant, idea generator, pass around show and tell project, advisor or kick around person.
7. Allow me to quote both Cee-lo and Chris Brown-- Fuck you and Deuces!
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Sunday, February 6, 2011
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Episode 67- The F*%CK Up
I realize I am a lot of times really hard on myself--especially when it comes to my writing and my performances.
So last night I had a chance to audition in front of A&R for a major label...yeah, tell me why on any given night I can blow 'em out of the water and last night I would've begged for the sandman to pull my ass off stage like I was at the Apollo.
First, I FORGOT!!!!!!! (WTF?) as in blanked out, on a piece I have done like 650 times--
Normally this would not be a big deal, breathe in slow down start over...EXCEPT... I had decided to do the poem over music. So now I'm struggling to pick up and my timing is off and then it was deja vu Philadelphia--the mic cut off, not once but TWICE. Now not only am I struggling to stay on point but I'm doing mic handoffs midset, the AC is broken so I'm sweating like a runaway slave. FML. This just looks, feels and sounds like a scene from a very BAD movie.
Ugh.
sooooooo...needless to say I didn't make the cut for the project I was auditioning for. Sucks to be me. Maybe next time.
So last night I had a chance to audition in front of A&R for a major label...yeah, tell me why on any given night I can blow 'em out of the water and last night I would've begged for the sandman to pull my ass off stage like I was at the Apollo.
First, I FORGOT!!!!!!! (WTF?) as in blanked out, on a piece I have done like 650 times--
Normally this would not be a big deal, breathe in slow down start over...EXCEPT... I had decided to do the poem over music. So now I'm struggling to pick up and my timing is off and then it was deja vu Philadelphia--the mic cut off, not once but TWICE. Now not only am I struggling to stay on point but I'm doing mic handoffs midset, the AC is broken so I'm sweating like a runaway slave. FML. This just looks, feels and sounds like a scene from a very BAD movie.
Ugh.
sooooooo...needless to say I didn't make the cut for the project I was auditioning for. Sucks to be me. Maybe next time.
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