*huff*
Steve Carlson is such a fucking tease.
I'm on his mailing list (which... I don't remember signing up for? I think they might've put me on it when I bought his album. Whatever, I don't care) and the last two days I've gotten e-mails promoting a VERY SPECIAL SHOW tonight with VERY SPECIAL GUESTS that say DON'T MISS IT.
The first time one of the e-mails came, I just sat there staring at it longingly, like there actually was a reality where I could just hop on down to Hollywood to go to a concert. Yeah. I think sometimes I forget that just because it's in the same STATE doesn't mean it's not still 370 miles away. I mean, technically if I left now I could make it there by like 6 tonight (the show starts at 10!) but. C'mon. I don't even drive. It's simply not going to happen.
And yet the e-mails keep coming. *sigh*
Fuck you, Steve I still love you, Steve.
I'm on his mailing list (which... I don't remember signing up for? I think they might've put me on it when I bought his album. Whatever, I don't care) and the last two days I've gotten e-mails promoting a VERY SPECIAL SHOW tonight with VERY SPECIAL GUESTS that say DON'T MISS IT.
The first time one of the e-mails came, I just sat there staring at it longingly, like there actually was a reality where I could just hop on down to Hollywood to go to a concert. Yeah. I think sometimes I forget that just because it's in the same STATE doesn't mean it's not still 370 miles away. I mean, technically if I left now I could make it there by like 6 tonight (the show starts at 10!) but. C'mon. I don't even drive. It's simply not going to happen.
And yet the e-mails keep coming. *sigh*
Fuck you, Steve I still love you, Steve.