dear anna,

maybe you should get a cup of tea, or other beverage to go with this story...


I was gonna go to pile-ates with tammy last night...but it turns out that nathan hollywood[this cool singer she just showed me] was playing at the toff at the same time as the pile-ates class so she invited me to come to that instead...
so i'm on my way on the tram...been reading most of the way but my brain won't absorb it anymore, so I put the book down and I'm listening to thirteenth floor elevators on my phone [cos it does that] and jus' chillin and just before my stop; james[your ex, the one I (regrettably)went on a date with once, which is the reason I know you-the trombone player from that shit band] taps me on the shoulder and makes greetings and asks me what I'm doing and tells me what he's doing; apparently sam(my ex, who you macked once, the asinine narcissist, the clarinet tool from that same shit band ) is having fits and throwing up and needs a friend and james is going to let him buy him a beer...i tell him I'm going to the toff to see nathan hollywood with my friends and to tell sam I said "hi"{jokingly, mind you...as in he'd just told me sam was spazzing out and hearing that i said hello would be the last thing he'd want to know about...}Obviously james didn't get it, and not only took my salutation request at face value and dutifully passed it on he also told sam where I was going...so sam and his "GF" turn up and even move to a closer table to try and make sure I can see them, spend the whole time pointing and sneering and left right after nathan hollywood even thought here were other bands on after...all my near misses with him make me feel like some kind of super streamlined, moral maturity producing robot...i took some photo's of my friend a-dam with paper flowers that were on our table.