Sad, sad girl EP Release Update

Thought I’d check in with you very quickly, as I am getting slammed at the moment (keep your mind clean; I only write that because mine isn’t. Ha!) Turns out that the handmade CD thing can get overwhelming at times. I’ve completed the stamping for each of them but have only drawn the outlines for about a fifth of them. I still have to ink all of them.

Practiced today. My fingertips are sore. I think we’re going acoustic for the Friday show at Jax. That night’s a full moon. My horoscope, as charted by Susan Miller, says that I am likely to become very emotional at that time, so if you enjoy seeing smeared mascara, you simply cannot afford to miss that performance. There’s more. This month, my five-star romance night coincides with the date of our La Casa Blue show. (The name of that venue makes me want to move to Mexico and raise peacocks and grow mangos, passionfruit, and sapote. Suppose I’m feeling parenthetical tonight. Roll with it.) Sooo, no romance for me! Only my love for music. Four shows in the next 2.5 weeks to prove my heart.

The other day, we tried to take pics of each other. I put on a dress and some makeup, and Luke started to snap away until he actually snapped at me. He’s easily frustrated as a band photographer, as he’s not a fan of artifice. We will require professional help.

The “Sad, sad girl” EP release party will be held at the Scene on April 8th. Last time we played there, I wore my brown American Apparel shorts, which wasn’t too damaging a decision until I agreed to visit the photobooth (I never say no if someone else is paying) with a friend who decided to plant one on me, nice and sloppy. I feel that the shorts’ strong 70’s vibe contributed to his thinking that I was all about casual kisses. Not so much. It’s like I told my friend the other day: bad things tend to happen when you are hanging out with someone who is essentially unlike you, who has different values. You can both experience the same things and extract from them completely disparate meanings. Someone's french kiss is someone else's anal. (Please quote me on that.) Anyway, I was very upset after the surprise smooch but hid it and ran to the bathroom to thoroughly wash my lips. I will do photobooth with anyone who wants to that night, as long as you promise not to kiss me on the lips. I’m not that kind of girl. You’ll make me cry. Kisses are special to me, and I like to choose them. I’m sensitive and shet (my way of saying s***, of course.)

Yours truly,
margot