i just need a nap
my day went from pretty good to totally awful to GREAT & then right back to shit again.
all of this before 4 o'clock !!
must be a record.
i could have kissed the kid at the record exchange for selling me my dinosaur jr tickets.
i seriously drove around & called every ticketmaster location within 10 miles of me; no one was selling. apparently mr smalls no longer uses ticketmaster as their purveyor of fine musics. that's all well & good; don't get me wrong, i definitely support that cause. eff ticketmaster! but i couldn't purchase online from the smalls site because of zero funds in the account, couldn't use someone else's credit card because i'd need it to get into the show tomorrow. finally i called mr smalls & they gave me a list of places that DO, in fact, sell their tickets. praise all gods, near & far !
& now steve can't go.
so i'm stuck with an extra ticket to the show tomorrow night, which anthony's dad MIGHT buy from me, but he's not entirely sure yet. it wasn't my money, but i feel bad about it anyway. hopefully mike will decide to go & i will be spared having to spend a night by myself in millvale. that's never a good time.
also, if mike does decide to go tomorrow night, then anthony will go too! that would make my week a lot effing better, because from here it's look like CRAP all the way down the line.
i was thinking:
it's incredible how confident people are when they drive cars. if you think about, two tons of plastic & metal around you...doesn't really seem all that safe. there is always the looming threat of death should some part of the machine malfunction or, godsforbid, you are presented with an obstacle in the road that you cannot overcome. & i'm not noting this because i'm afraid to drive. quite the opposite, actually. it just seems so odd.
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anthony : but its my fantasy when im so effing bored that i'd spoon my eyes out and feed them to my unborn children
all of this before 4 o'clock !!
must be a record.
i could have kissed the kid at the record exchange for selling me my dinosaur jr tickets.
i seriously drove around & called every ticketmaster location within 10 miles of me; no one was selling. apparently mr smalls no longer uses ticketmaster as their purveyor of fine musics. that's all well & good; don't get me wrong, i definitely support that cause. eff ticketmaster! but i couldn't purchase online from the smalls site because of zero funds in the account, couldn't use someone else's credit card because i'd need it to get into the show tomorrow. finally i called mr smalls & they gave me a list of places that DO, in fact, sell their tickets. praise all gods, near & far !
& now steve can't go.
so i'm stuck with an extra ticket to the show tomorrow night, which anthony's dad MIGHT buy from me, but he's not entirely sure yet. it wasn't my money, but i feel bad about it anyway. hopefully mike will decide to go & i will be spared having to spend a night by myself in millvale. that's never a good time.
also, if mike does decide to go tomorrow night, then anthony will go too! that would make my week a lot effing better, because from here it's look like CRAP all the way down the line.
i was thinking:
it's incredible how confident people are when they drive cars. if you think about, two tons of plastic & metal around you...doesn't really seem all that safe. there is always the looming threat of death should some part of the machine malfunction or, godsforbid, you are presented with an obstacle in the road that you cannot overcome. & i'm not noting this because i'm afraid to drive. quite the opposite, actually. it just seems so odd.
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edit :
anthony : but its my fantasy when im so effing bored that i'd spoon my eyes out and feed them to my unborn children