stardustonsable | So...God

So like, an hour ago I was crying. Bawling really. Because there was No Way I could go to the MCR concert save a miracle. I said the word miracle. -.- God's a mean fucker.

I didn't start bawling until I reached the end of my Probable Concer Companions list. It isn't very long. 75% of my friends are indie snobs. 20% like...country *shudder*.

So off-handedly I text one of my friends who, to my knowledge then, like some of my music but not MCR. I text her the details, not expecting anything. And asks if she's in. She says sure. I go "...wait, what?"

So...um...no more Waycest on Sundays....Sunday mornings. *nod* got it God. -.-

On the other hand, guys I'm probably, and I refuse to stop saying probably until I have the fucking ticket in hand, gonna go.

And I'm probably never gonna be a Militant Agnostic.

I'm gonna...go to sleep now, before the hysterical giggles of disbelief start.

p.s. reasons not to let your cousin use your phone. You get random girls texting your phone. Not even random, cute smart funny ones that I'd be intrested in. The random creepy ones that would actually screw my cousin. *shudder*