My mother bought us Dave Matthews Tickets..!
It's for a show on July 9th and I can't wait! From what it seems, we got decent seats. Now all I can pray for is a cement-solid ride & that he plays the songs that I've been dying to hear.
I've been thinking about THE LOSER alot lately. Of course, I realize how low I'm sinking by wanting to be with him. It's not my mind but my heart that fights for THE LOSER.
Brandon was the reason that I wanted him to be back in my life in the first place.
It's really sad when THE LOSER is a dream lover in comparison to the 4 months after-the-fact rebound guy. I mean, I should worship the statue that is THE LOSER after the horrid sex that I've had with the 2 other dudes that have been in my bed. Not reaching climax is one thing, but feeling total disgust is a totally different story.
Brandon will forever be in the reference books for the definition of a big clingy vaginal whiner.
I'm wired because of 4 + hours of ticket searching.
The only problem is that when something great happens, something equally terrible usually afflicts me in some sort of weird karmic bitch-slap.
For example: as I received my long lost wallet and immediately I found out that my paycheck was very small. It's a theme for me.
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