Foot in Mouth

I am usually a tactful person. Tactful to the point of excruciating uneasiness --- on my part.

Blame it on barely 4 hours of sleep, I became more loose with my thoughts and just let it all out.

I finally told *Pong off. She texted me that she misses our conversations and wonders why I've dropped off the face of the earth, at least the part where she is... so i answered her. Because she's makulit, annoying like a fly which comes back no fail to the crevice that is your nose, after swatting it again and again. Well, I told her she was makulit and not the fly bit --- honesty has its limits.

But true to her "persistent" nature, she asked what she's actually done. So I told her again. I told her I didn't like the way she goads people to answer her even if her questions are really nonsense and for the most part, malicious. I also told her that if she had to say something to me, she better say it to my face straight and not play coy when asked about details. Otherwise, it is just hearsay, plain and simple.

I felt a bit better after telling her off. At least now she knows and may be out of my hair. Cruel but unfortunately, true. I don't want to be really cruel but it's as if she has been poised for something, trying to nudge me/ anyone to react to her thoughts. KSP.

Oh well. Next.

I got a call from Vince this afternoon telling me of a night recording. Did I tell you that the recording session last night ended at 1 am this morning?!!! Preposterous. I feel especially bad for Miles who had to wake up or rather prepare for work at 5:30 am.

So when I got a call, it's not that I'm complaining (all right maybe a bit) but I let out my disappointment with going home late or rather early in the morning.

Got the message across, but maybe I shouldn't have added this bit: that the reason we ended late was because the musical director was late and the other singer was late!