Forgive me (Part II)

Malaysian customs takes AGES! And if you have no idea what I'm referring to, go check out my previous post. There's some kind of jazz session for shits and giggles (and maybe some learning) going down this Sunday and I still don't have a saxophone that arrived within a 100 mile radius (somewhere in KL) MORE THAN A WEEK AGO. THANK YOU MALAYSIAN CUSTOMS.

Also, this cold is fricking closing up my throat, it hurts when I growl/change octaves. Annoying, hopefully I can still play for my Saturday lesson and Sunday.

NOW, on to WHY I named this post what I named it. I always thought it was OK if I went to hell as long as I took no one else with me. You do shit you get shit. Seems fair enough. I invited Danial into Twitter recently, and at first he seemed a reluctant observer. "What the hell is this?" he said. What do I see when I log on to check on what Rory/Simon/Greg have spammed on Twitter recently? Seven updates from Mr. Khusahry. Mayhaps he might say "NO! I have become WHAT I HATE THE MOST!" (if you know where that's from you're cool) And for that, forgive me.

On a more serious note, we had to finally dump Anand outta our senior trip room. Not out of spite or anything, but necessity. But he talked to me, and I realize now we should have told him this was on the cards (since we've had five people and the rooms only fit four) for about 10 days now; we just never told him until today. Which was insanely silly, and foolish, and selfish. So for that, honestly, forgive me.

Thanks for crunching through this one, hopefully you guys weren't expecting too much of the usual lightheartedness.

P.S. I MIGHT HEAR CRAIG PLAY THIS SUNDAY, OMFG YES!?