May have finally found a guy to play music with. But something about the sentence "oh, yeah, I'm selling this tattoo gun, and then I'll have cash to buy a really nice synth" makes me worried.
Oh no: he is friends with my Mortal Enemy at the radio station.
She was my enemy, because she decided I "hated her" and was "making things personal" when I penalized her for breaking a rule. She told everyone I was trying to fuck her over and steal her show slot, and tried to make the programming director give her show-time priority over me. She looked through all of my old shows and found places I had arguably broken rules, and then emailed the programming director about them.
Best, though: she wrote DB IS A CUNT on the wall, and talked shit about me during her show. Apparently I'm a hipster who thinks people should only play Animal Collective. I'm glad i could make a horrible "punk" girl so mad.
There is something really satisfying about having someone so stupid get that mad at me.