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Monday, April 26, 2004

I hope you can excuse...
my sincere lack of enthusiam and desire to pat everyone on the back and express my undying love and affection for them this morning. I had a good time this weekend because I was surrounded by the people that I love the most in this world, Jessica, Kevin, Sara, and Jason. However, had it not been for them I think my weekend would have been severely lacking. I've got real mixed feelings about greenfest this year. I missed last year because everyone's drama was getting on my last damn nerve. This year just wasn't what I expected. I understand Texas music is growing, but I think everyone has forgotten somewhere along the road that the beauty of what we've got lies within its simplicity. The bartender at Coppertank was a first class PRICK, and can I express that I was severly pissed off that friday night the DJ announced about 20 times that Pat Green was going to be there Saturday night. Don't get me wrong I love Pat but if you want to see him, go buy a friggin ticket and go to a show. Last time I checked Greenfest was 'for the fans by the fans'. I came to see my friends, my extended family. Of course since the bartender was a PRICK we left quite early and I didn't get to see as much of them as I'd liked. I felt this year that our family had lost its authenticity. Maybe it was just me being me and as usual being overly critical. Something about the whole weekend just seemed phony and I never could put my finger on exactly what it was. It wasn't the people because I love all of them dearly. Maybe it's just Austin, that town is too much for me. Its smothering. It was wonderful to see everyone and I'm ready to float that damn river. It's calling my name right now!

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:01 AM


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