DING, DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD

ever feel like you're outside yourself, watching yourself do things?
I feel like that EVERY SECOND OF EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY that i'm not sitting right here, in this chair, typing things at my keyboard
figures!
it occured to me today that i don't see enough of people that i used to be friends with, so i've been trawling around facebook sending messages to those that i miss and making dates for lovely catch ups, though i know they'll be ordeals ten times more fun in my head than in reality, though i got a sense of duty to my friends no matter how distant. but yaknow, as the sort of person that wants things they shouldnt or can't have, i felt as though the people i wanted to see the most were the ones that don't like me no more :(
perhaps, i told myself, it's time to say "fuck 'em!", but i feel a bit as though my own children are wandering about in the woods while i'm sitting at home, dead to them! one such friend seems to be starting to have all the fun i was urging upon them one or two years ago (urging that they didn't heed/appreciate) and i feel a bit like getting a nice heavy cricket bat and giving them a good wallop while screaming HYPOCRISY HYPOCRISY HYPOCRISY at the top of my voice.
the rational bits of my brain tell me t'ain't a good plan though. maybe i was one of dem precocious boys. NAWT LIKELY!

no but seriously though wouldn't it feel good to cave in someone's head with a cricket bat? hahaha

I am going to

let my facebook status update explain everything.

Joseph P. Bracken

and his fantastical musical troupe DOMINATED The Fleece last night. I don't believe - NO, I KNOW THEY HAVEN'T - ever bore witness to such a brilliant rendition of everyone's favourite disney songs.

EVERYONE'S. FAVOURITE. DISNEY. SONGS.

oh god i'm singing them in my head now
is it odd to sing at the computer YES IT IS but do it anyway because a hangover can't be cured by anyone except dr. h2o and professor walt

every two weeks or so

i get one of those big, red, painful spots somewhere on my back. usually the shoulderblade area but sometimes lower down and THEY FUCKING HURT. anyone, hjaelp mig?

also the fat bastard of a guitarist for one of my bands won't get off his arse and do a practice, keeps blowing us off to get high and whatnot. how best to deal with him? i was thinking of straight up saying IT'S OVER and being a big dramatic but i don't think i'm cut out for such things so a friendly word might have to do. in other news we're finally the first result on google when you type ISABELLE AND I so silver lining i suppose.

... on the other hand my other band is going great and we've set a date (internal rhyme ftw) for our first gig, the 17th july, and we're supposedly going to be supporting you me at six, who i'm told are quite big and famous and if their myspace page is anything to go by then i think that might be true, all lovely looking graphics and bragging about stuff like FIVE NEW SONGS ONLY THREE RELEASED IN THE US, so they may drum us up some publicity in spite of being disgusting pop bubble gum assembly line guitar-playing knock-offs.
speaking of myspace i am reminded by a little nag in the back of my mind that i must set up a page for my new band, we're called Le Soleil (that's lay-so-lay if you are a francophile) and its a flavour of music that i was rather inexperienced in playing until joining them theyve made me jazzier and funkier than ever behind the drums, and dare i say it, indier! as soon as we record some songs i'll be sure to give you a date
up
so that you can feed
my back