Today I had to go to the recording studio for my radio dj session. Fine. I was nervous as fuck and couldn't sleep the entire night and I am getting chills right now from it.
Later on I went to prepare everything to take to the studio. CD's, ID card, Headphones, Headphone adapter etc. Inspected my CD's listened to them on my stereo and cd player. They played fine no skipping. Nothing. Not even a fucking scratch that is visible only to the microscope. Great.
I get on the bus to go to fucking Hollywood, home of the transvestite homosexual populace of Los Angeles, practically an empty bus and this nigger fucking homeless faggot decides to sit right next to me and start fucking talking to me about how he fought in Vietnam and how his country is shitting on him. BULLFUCKING SHIT. This motherfucker is just try to get someone to give him some fucking money for crack. I had to put up with this shit for 30 fucking agonizing minutes. FUCKING GREAT. I moved to another part of the fucking bus and he fucking moves too. I pretend to be deaf and he leans closer thinking I can't hear him. This fucking nigger smelled completely like fucking piss and booze. Finally I get off the bus.
I walk the couple of blocks from the bus stop to the studio only to find it closed for 15 more minutes. Mind you that Hollywood is the capital of transvestites and gay faggots of Los Angeles. I'm waiting and all these fucking queer douchebags are walking by holding hands. The flamboyant gays. The gays I hate. The gays I like are the ones that try to not act so GODDAMN FUCKING FEMININE!!!
Great NOW I finally get inside. I go to the boards to practice on the practice studios. GREAT. I have a completely fucking awsome show. Songs transition like poetry. The dialog it is perfect. Nothing is wrong. NOTHING.
After a few minutes of getting my ego up and feeling good my director says he is ready. (In the first couple of weeks hes in charge, period) I start putting in my CD's and shit. We introduce ourselves. After about 13 minutes of the show (It is a 15 minute music show) SOME MOTHERFUCKING FAGGOT CALLS MY CELL PHONE AFTER I SPECIFICALLY TOLD EVERYBODY NOT TO FUCKING CALL ME AT THAT FUCKING TIME. The director pretends not to notice while I press the button to turn the ringer off. THEN THIS COCKSMOKING MOTHERFUKING DOUCHENOZZLE CALLS ME FUCKING AGAIN. The director gets fucking pissed and practically cusses me out. We have to start over. Fucking great. I'm at this point starting to feel like shit.
Great I start playing my songs over again. AND THE FUCKING MACHINE STARTS FUCKING SKIPPING ON TEH MOTHERFUCKING SONGS! Great. No fucking problem I came prepared for this. I immediately transition into the next song and hope to cover for the remaining part left over towards the end. I put a new CD into the player and the FUCKING THING WONT READ THE GODDAMN ENTIRE CD WHICH IT JUST PLAYED 10 MINUTES AGO. Fucking fucking great.The director is now heard on the tape cussing me out. This verbal harassment is going to be played out on the radio.
At this point I am so close to tears that I feel the soreness in my throat. I just finish up the show without speaking a single fucking word into the mic. All my intros and my outros of the songs go to shit. I just sit there quietly when it finishes. I finish and leave the studio to take the bus home.
As the bus pulls up I realize that I have a $20 in my wallet and nothing less. Great. Now I can't get on the bus because I don't have proper change. I have to go into this fucking piece of shit store that has only one goddamn fucking register open to buy a 25 cent pack of gum so that I can get change. Great I wait 5 fucking minutes because this old Korean faggot thinks that he can use his daughter's credit card without having his name on the card. They call out the fucking manager just so she can explain to him that he can't use her card. Fucking fucking great. I finally get back to the bus stop to wait another 10 minutes.
I get on and just go sit in the back with my ego crushed again. Great a fucking nigger who happens to be a Crip gets on the bus. He seems to notice that I have red shoelaces on my Puma's and assumes I must "bang". Yeah, I wanted to bang his fucking teeth in with a cinder block. He eventually realizes that there is no way a person like me, blond hair, green and blue eyes, and very white, can ever gangbang.
FUCKING FUCKING GREAT DAY. And before I left my house I realize that the $100 pair of Kenneth Cole Sunglasses I bought fucking break.
If I could only go back 2000 years I would shit in Christ's open casket. :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: