Dearest “ohyou”
I don’t need to impress you. I don’t know you. I know that I know more than you think I know. And that’s all I need to know. I also know that you know almost as much as I do. Which isn’t much.
I want to sell merch. It’s a start if I want to tour. I’d rather tech or actually be in the band. I’ve got to work my way up. I need a start.
You on the other hand. Why are you lurking someone else’s blog that you already dislike? Why are you wasting your time? What exactly were you trying to accomplish? Why do you care? Has anyone ever wronged you? If so, I’m sorry. But don’t rain on my parade because you’re a grouch. Mmmkay?
P.S. Clever. SIF. I’d rather be fat than be a douchebag. But since I’m “secretive” you’ll never know if I am either of the two. ;D
