Tel Aviv
Well, the info has been typed and the buttons clicked and I am soon the be the proud holder of two tickets for row N in the center section to see Josh Groban at the Tweeter Center. I only wish I hadn’t just up’ed my credit debt and had none at all (like I am hoping for this time next year) because I would have went right back into the system and ordered two front row tickets for John Mayer.
Screw the future, I want pleasing music experiences NOW!
Zoid says he’ll go with me in lieu of my mother. Which is good because I can’t cruise boys with my mother around. And, she’d probably sit in the seat the whole time clutching her purse like she always does. Then again, it would have been fun to do something with her. But, she’s more selective than I am and probably would have had a boring time. From what I know of Zoid’s musical tastes, I think Josh Groban is right up his alley. Though I see that some people are kinda turned off by the foreign language singing.
I am honestly VERY excited about this. The price may seem exorbitant, but I just think in instances like this where I truly love the artist, it’s a raping yes, but well worth it. I don’t like being up in the nose bleed sections with the "regular" people.
Damn, I am really even MORE motivated to be debt free now.
I have been surfing ALL morning and have done little work. I have been blowing off a lot of things around here lately and I am waiting for it to come bite me in the ass. It’s worse for me because one of the websites I’m tooling around on has sections for different countries in the world and I happened into Israel.
Israeli men are the finest men on the planet. I have raved about them before and will continue on until my death. I have never seen more beautiful men anywhere. Even the hottest white men around here have nothing on the average Israeli guy. I found one in particular that just made me want to weep poetry and write naked love sonnets on a bear skin rug.
It completely flabbergasts me to look at this picture. I feel like a speck of interstellar dust compared to how he looks. I am in awe.
Dearest has been kinda quiet. I was going to take the day after the concert off, maybe even a few days vacation while it’s still summer, but then I realized that they are having a company meeting that day and I don’t know if Dearest will approve my request since I took the last company meeting off for something (Rufus I think..or maybe my birthday).
I had a mystery call from Friend X last night. I didn’t answer because I didn’t know the number. He left a message saying he needed help with a webpage. Then went off on a tangent about missing our friendship and being sorry for acting so "selfishly" the last time we saw each other. I am assuming he’s referring to a time before his big overdose since I am sure he doesn’t remember anything from that day.
I actually have been struggling with whether to call him back since. He was a good friend and I don’t want to be the cold-hearted prick ALL the time. And, yet, it’s the same old roller coaster with him and his current stability is temporary. I dunno, now I am thinking of all that I did for him and how he completely shafted me with his psychotic, drugged out behavior and I am irritated.
More than anything right now (besides wanting to lay next to that Israeli boy in the hot desert sand) I really want to be on my couch watching 'Futurama'.
Screw the future, I want pleasing music experiences NOW!
Zoid says he’ll go with me in lieu of my mother. Which is good because I can’t cruise boys with my mother around. And, she’d probably sit in the seat the whole time clutching her purse like she always does. Then again, it would have been fun to do something with her. But, she’s more selective than I am and probably would have had a boring time. From what I know of Zoid’s musical tastes, I think Josh Groban is right up his alley. Though I see that some people are kinda turned off by the foreign language singing.
I am honestly VERY excited about this. The price may seem exorbitant, but I just think in instances like this where I truly love the artist, it’s a raping yes, but well worth it. I don’t like being up in the nose bleed sections with the "regular" people.
Damn, I am really even MORE motivated to be debt free now.
I have been surfing ALL morning and have done little work. I have been blowing off a lot of things around here lately and I am waiting for it to come bite me in the ass. It’s worse for me because one of the websites I’m tooling around on has sections for different countries in the world and I happened into Israel.
Israeli men are the finest men on the planet. I have raved about them before and will continue on until my death. I have never seen more beautiful men anywhere. Even the hottest white men around here have nothing on the average Israeli guy. I found one in particular that just made me want to weep poetry and write naked love sonnets on a bear skin rug.
It completely flabbergasts me to look at this picture. I feel like a speck of interstellar dust compared to how he looks. I am in awe.
Dearest has been kinda quiet. I was going to take the day after the concert off, maybe even a few days vacation while it’s still summer, but then I realized that they are having a company meeting that day and I don’t know if Dearest will approve my request since I took the last company meeting off for something (Rufus I think..or maybe my birthday).
I had a mystery call from Friend X last night. I didn’t answer because I didn’t know the number. He left a message saying he needed help with a webpage. Then went off on a tangent about missing our friendship and being sorry for acting so "selfishly" the last time we saw each other. I am assuming he’s referring to a time before his big overdose since I am sure he doesn’t remember anything from that day.
I actually have been struggling with whether to call him back since. He was a good friend and I don’t want to be the cold-hearted prick ALL the time. And, yet, it’s the same old roller coaster with him and his current stability is temporary. I dunno, now I am thinking of all that I did for him and how he completely shafted me with his psychotic, drugged out behavior and I am irritated.
More than anything right now (besides wanting to lay next to that Israeli boy in the hot desert sand) I really want to be on my couch watching 'Futurama'.