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 Saturday, January 04, 2003
( 12:32 AM )
Dear World, P.S. I don't know if I mentioned that we go on kind of late. Like around 11, I think. I know that sucks for the working people so I thought I'd better say it so no one shows up at 9 and then has to wait and wait and then they're too tired to stay and see me.

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( 12:31 AM )
Dear World, Only two more days till the show. I am cool about it but Amy is freaking out. I swear, going into full-on freakout mode. Well, first of all, I tried to kick her out of the band because just as I suspected, she didn't wash the sheets before I got back. But she talked me into letting her stay in the band because Willow and Tara are still alive and I should be grateful, especially after what happened to Henry when Damian was babysitting. So she gets to remain an integral part of Wicca A Go-Go and I guess I'm pretty relieved because I wouldn't want it to be just me up there, that would be like doing Open Mic and I did that once and I am telling you, NEVER AGAIN! I stuttered through the whole thing. I have decided that even though I am a tremendously fabulous rocker grrl, I just should not be on a stage all by myself, at least not while trying to make things other than stutters or vomit come out of my mouth. So anyway, Amy should be all happy now but instead she's freaking out. She is really kind of psycho, I don't know if I ever mentioned that. I will describe her bizarre personality in further detail later, when I have more time, after the show. But don't get me wrong, she's practically my best friend, and I do have fun with her every time we go out.

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