Coachella Day One is fucking sold out.
No Radiohead, Pixies, Kraftwerk, Howie Day, Electric Six, or Phantom Planet for me. Nosirree.
All because my stupid fucking Dadmac forgot to order the tickets.
I hate missing opportunities. I hate it. HATE HATE HATE so much. You might remember my breakdown over not meeting Rufus Wainwright after the concert. GAH!
Sure, Sunday's still available with The Cure, Flaming Lips, Belle & Sebastian, Basement Jaxx, Atmosphere, Ash, Muse, etc.
But, holy fucking GAH!
This is worse than last year's Coachella with Blur and the stripes [among many others!], when I just forgot about the concert entirely. This year, Dadmac said he'd take Sismac and I. I have been reminding him daily for over a month. And he promised. I don't even know why I trust him to keep his promises anymore [in a general sense].
::commits patricide::
::kills her computer, while she's at it, who has decided to just NOT have an internet connection so she's using the Family PC, and only can temporarily::