It don't come down to nothing except love in the end
Whoa, so Wilco was awesome. They played like 27 songs total, 3 encores, most of Yankee and Ghost, as well as old stuff. The crowd was really cool, pretty mellow for the most part, it was really good to see Tweedy doing so well. I ended up seeing Evan and Tim, didn't see Vicki. I can't describe how good it was.
I'm seeing Matt Wertz and Stephen Kellogg tomorrow with Jon, he said the first show was really good, so I'm expected good things for tomorrow since it's sold out and the second show.
Fuck, I have so much work to do.
What am I doing for spring break? Probably not staying here, probably not Baltimore the whole time, not Pittsburgh (I love the 'burgh but the prospect of entering that city with recent things said and done makes me want to scream, like in the Burt/vomiting way, what the fuck?). It's weeks and 18th street and Rosa that make me realize how much Kevin Carey is in me. I was thinking today, as I sat down in Dav, of seeing him in Dancing Goats reappeared at the end of my time in Pittsburgh, shaking his head at me as his obnoxious, judging ex-girlfriend walked out. I can't shake that, I can't shake Julie, I can't shake the sadness in his eyes. He asked me how everything was and I told him it was terrible, it was falling apart. I can't help thinking at that point we finally understood each other. I thought I saw him the other day, turns out I was wrong.
Not for you.
I'm seeing Matt Wertz and Stephen Kellogg tomorrow with Jon, he said the first show was really good, so I'm expected good things for tomorrow since it's sold out and the second show.
Fuck, I have so much work to do.
What am I doing for spring break? Probably not staying here, probably not Baltimore the whole time, not Pittsburgh (I love the 'burgh but the prospect of entering that city with recent things said and done makes me want to scream, like in the Burt/vomiting way, what the fuck?). It's weeks and 18th street and Rosa that make me realize how much Kevin Carey is in me. I was thinking today, as I sat down in Dav, of seeing him in Dancing Goats reappeared at the end of my time in Pittsburgh, shaking his head at me as his obnoxious, judging ex-girlfriend walked out. I can't shake that, I can't shake Julie, I can't shake the sadness in his eyes. He asked me how everything was and I told him it was terrible, it was falling apart. I can't help thinking at that point we finally understood each other. I thought I saw him the other day, turns out I was wrong.
Not for you.