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No disrespect, but fuck every single one of you that will be seeing Aesop Rock on tour this coming fall.
I've been waiting for this with bated breath for the past six years, but cannot attend because, for the first time in my life, I will be living abroad. I leave just a few days before his first tour date and return just a few weeks after the last.
I sobbed for nearly 45 minutes when I found out. All selfish, jealous human emotions live inside me. I should be there, not you. I deserve it. Me. But I can rationalize the unrealistic nature of these sentiments. I feel foolish for even thinking them. I feel foolish writing this. This stupid livejournal named for his words.
I haven't written here for months and have not felt compelled to until just now. If you are ignorant to what has been happening in my life and head for this time, whether you see me on a regular basis or not, the fact that Aesop Rock is finally touring now that I will be living out of the country for the first time in my life - Aesop Rock, who I have revered and absorbed and lived by since I was 15 - is a really great, perfect analogy for how I feel about my life and myself as of late. Work it out.
Where's my voice?
I hate my face.
I've been waiting for this with bated breath for the past six years, but cannot attend because, for the first time in my life, I will be living abroad. I leave just a few days before his first tour date and return just a few weeks after the last.
I sobbed for nearly 45 minutes when I found out. All selfish, jealous human emotions live inside me. I should be there, not you. I deserve it. Me. But I can rationalize the unrealistic nature of these sentiments. I feel foolish for even thinking them. I feel foolish writing this. This stupid livejournal named for his words.
I haven't written here for months and have not felt compelled to until just now. If you are ignorant to what has been happening in my life and head for this time, whether you see me on a regular basis or not, the fact that Aesop Rock is finally touring now that I will be living out of the country for the first time in my life - Aesop Rock, who I have revered and absorbed and lived by since I was 15 - is a really great, perfect analogy for how I feel about my life and myself as of late. Work it out.
Where's my voice?
I hate my face.