okay wow seriously, last week was the week from HELL. it all started off on monday, when i got in my car and it wouldnt start, so i had to take it over to my crazy car repair guy and get charged like 100 bucks for him to plug something in, then i got my ass handed to me on a silver platter by my ex boyfriend who decided that he didnt want me to play in a band full of all guys, and when i refused to quit, he decided to hit, THEN i was kept up all night on monday due to a 103.5 fever, i managed to accquire the rarest strain of the flu in exhistance, and suffered through it like a champ until wednesday, when my ex came back and wanted to "apologize" aka hit me again. then i talked to Brian the love of my life, and i was happy again all the way until friday, when i went to my mailbox and discovered that my ex boyfriend cut out his tattoo on his arm and put it in my mailbox and mailed it to me. pretty fucking sick, at this point i decided to call the cops, so i did. then on sunday, i hear about how my drummer wants to "quit the band" because he doesnt have time to play in a band, and then on myspace i discover ads that he placed dating back to the previous monday searching for a new bassist. pretty fucking shady if you ask me. thats the end of my story about the week from hell. <3Kelly