Looks like it's another day where everyone is a flake.
We were supposed to run around the city with friends today and tonight getting drinks and passing out Stupid samplers and flyers for the big show this week.
Instead, no one "feels like" going out.
Sigh.

Ripped through closet and destroyed apartment in unsuccessful attempt to put together the "right" outfit for the Suicide Girls gig next week. Evening ended in a fit of tears and an excuse to go shopping.
What do you expect?
I'm a girl.

I've HAD it with the 9 million "music festivals" and "songwriting contests" around the country who do nothing but charge a RIDICULOUS entry fee ($30 to $150+) and:
a. Cash your check immediately.
b. 6-9 months later send you back a letter in inform you of your DENIED entry or DENIED songwriting prize due to reasons such as:

Song exceeded 3 minutes. Cut a portion out to make it more concise and direct.
OR
Vocal began more than 15 seconds into the song.

Wow.
Thanks for the awesome advice. If only more people were as smart as you are to be ripping off my money.
Fuckers.

A complaint has been logged from the managing partner of Stupid. His name is Michael Sladek, he does massive amounts of work for us and I never ever mention him in this diary. In addition to our booking, organizing, managing and working Stupid gigs, he runs his own film and management company and I highly suggest checking out his site at Plug Ugly. Today we both spent our "day off" at the copy shop making countless copies of bios, press pages, releases, postcards, etc etc etc etc. Then we spent our "night off" addressing and compiling everything.
My formal apology has been logged.
Props to Michael, it's much deserved.
Without him, Stupid would be royally screwed.
And tell the people who help you that you appreciate them.
Otherwise you're an asshole.