A Little Cup of Cyanide

Well, Jill is finally gone. And I'm trying to figure out how to celebrate this joyous occasion. She annoyed me. Any time someone said anything she didn't like she had to argue. I mean, okay, she's trying to be a rockstar, that's the way they are. But for some reason nobody else bugged me as much as her. Her attitude wouldn't be so bad if she could sing. Her voice sounds like two cats fighting over the last can of tuna on earth. She doesn't sing. She yells. Not screams, which would have been a HUGE improvement over whatever it was that she does.

I feel bad for the guy. But it had to happen. Even he admitted that rock isn't his thing. He reminds me of one of those coffee shop indie boys. I can see him sitting on a stool on stage, wearing sunglasses and bobbing his head while he's playing his guitar.