I want the keyboard back. I didn't even know it was leaving! I feel so --- naked. I used that thing every day! Warm up --- how to ---- warm up--- I am --- so - lost.... so confused...She apologized for the awkward seizing after it happened --- but ---- it doesn't change the fact that --- I have no way of knowing my pitches --- my notes - practicing my scales --- ahhhhh! SOOOOOOOOB! No warning! No nothing! BLAAAH! WAHHHH! BOOOO! SOOOOB!
I want a subletter who is --- someone I theoretically would want to live with. And doesn't try to get me to lower the rent to $600. SUBLETTER WHERE ARE YOU!?????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Why do all the potential yous flake out - come on! I know you are out there somewhere! We don't have to be lovers - just get along and pay rent!
I want a performing job that PAYS - and not in the currency of "be the conductor's eye candy."
Job! I know you are out there! I am READY for you! Just take me already!
And why do I have weird mysterious rashes - that even the dermatologist can't diagnose. And why does everyone keep asking me about it! BLAH! GO AWAY STUPID RASHES!
So I'm cranky - and frustrated. And - staring at the empty spot where the keyboard was! BLAH!
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