If you kiss me, mister, you must think I'm Pre-tty.

So, summer school is almost over, the "hardcore" show I'm cohosting is basically all planned and I've been booking bands left and right and then I realize "Holy SHIT! I need to pay these people!" Which means that we'll have to make people pay five bucks to get in. Which also means that we have to find a money person who is trustworthy and good at basic math. We're so screwed. Evie is at the beach, so I kinda feel like I have to make all of these decisions by myself, and I've had to deal with all of the band members being impatient etc. They're divas. Seriously, lead singers should be locked in a box. In almost all of these conversations (with the exception of Steve from the desecration sanctuary, but that's cause he isn't a 16 year old boy with no patience), I've had a serious urge to just ask to speak with the freakin drummer. .:Sigh:. It will all be worth it in the end, hopefully. You know what helps? Do the robot to "Coin-Operated Boy" by the Dresden Dolls, drink tea, and scream at cars.

It helps fo reals, yo.