Some days, you know, are just kind of made of fail.
So far every day in August falls into that. In like, a completely epic way. It leaves me mostly trying to do something other than stand around and stomp my feet and demand hugs and, like, shiny prizes. Possibly noise makers.
I've pretty much let go of the idea of stalking PatD this fall, or, actually, seeing them at all. Woe and alas, but arena tours at not for me. They are not! I'm still flailing and sulking and acting five about it though.
Being a grown up sucks! Why do I have to pay bills?! Oh, life, how you fail me.
That situation is, I suppose, made slightly better by the fact that I've got The Cab coming to Tulsa Sept. 12th and Cobra Starship Nov. 6th! Cab babies! COBRA FUCKING STARSHIP! I cannot wait. Must find someone to con into going with me to these events. ::wiggles fingers at random friends::
I still wish I was a penguin though. That totally makes sense if you're me, too.
Have some random music! Write me fic for it!