Would you like fries with that?

I started the waitressing job and it's actually not that bad. It's good honest work. It's hard work. I should be happy to have a job at all. I should be happy that I'm not working at McDonald's.

The friend of my father's who played my CD on his radio station wants to do an entire show on me. WTF, right? I'm supposed to give him some kind of background information on me and I've no idea what to tell him.

I can picture it..."So, what have you been doing for the past five years?"

"Well, Don, I've been getting drunk and high, encouraging the cops to come calling and basically sleepwalking through my life. Cheers."

Also, some old dude my parents know, who has played piano for Tony Bennett and Ertha Kitt, is coming to visit in November and he wants to play for me. He wants me to sing with him. He heard my CD and although he said he never wants to hear me sing Amazing Grace again (he's a Jazz standards kinda old dude), he wants to work with me.

I am full of fear about this one. Same ole fears, same ole crap... But I cannot and hopefully will not let another opportunity like this pass me by. I cannot move forward if I stay scared. Kay I have to be realistic...I probably will stay scared but I'll try real hard not to show it, okay?

I'm not sure exactly what it is that I am scared of...Maybe like I've said before about the world discovering that I am an imposter. My great fear...that people really figure me out and realise I'm not worth their time. A friend of mine (well, I call her a friend and I suppose she is, strange having a famous friend...) says that she still feels like that and that it's a natural part of being an artist. And she's successful. God, I'd be glad to be a goddamned wedding singer. No shit.



Alright...I have nothing else to whine about today kiddies.