See, I'm not sure why I keep doing this shit. WHY I keep associating myself with reality-based anything. I like SOME people, but not all of them. I like the extra cash. I have a speaking engagement in February, which will be nice because I'll make 2 month's rent in one hour. However, you think that when you get involved with a group of people who are trying to capitalize on their experiences with radio shows, websites, CD's, etc - that maybe it'll be fun. I mean, when it's put together BY people who've been through the same experience you have, you think you're in a safe place. You think that those people know what it's like to be bashed, criticized, and misunderstood, so they won't do it to you. Alas, I've met the biggest hypocrites yet, members of my own family in the reality fraternity lead by the biggest frat boy himself, Steven from Real World Las Vegas, bashing me on their goddamn radio show - the show I had to take an extra long lunch off from work to do to help promote that fucking CD. Unbelievable. Isn't there enough negativity out there about us 15-minute people that we don't need to get shit from the very people who know what it's like? Unreal. Did a goddamn webchat too - why? To be a team player, and then they rip on me because they have a problem with MY being uncomfortable with their group song on the CD. Did I do the song when I asked not to? Yes. Did I do the video when I was in tears from humiliation? Yes. Did I say one goddamn negative thing about ANY of those people? Nope. I said I didn't like the concept - not the PEOPLE, but the CONCEPT, and these fuckers went off on me and started attacking anything else they could from my site. I'm fucking done with all that shit. Every time you think it's safe, you run into this crap. Josh has always been nice. Erica, very sweet. Rob C? What's your fucking problem, dude? Seriously. Steven? What's up your ass exactly? I know I'm coming off hypocritical myself by extending the negativity by writing about it on my site, but there's no way I'm going to let these fuckers just talk shit about me after being so artificially nice to me to my face. It's just bullshit. Maybe they'd say I'm flattering myself by assuming they will comment on this, but seeing as they have such a clear lack of material to conjur up anything resembling a joke, they may very well discuss this, and I look forward to it. This time, why don't you give me a call. I know you have my number, so let's stop hiding behind our safe mediums for public mockery. Thanks a lot. Great working with you. And yes, this is taking something seriously, so get over it.

I'll talk about New Years later. I have to reconfigure like nine hundred things here before I can put up a new post. I have GOT to change the format of this site.