i know that it’s you, lucky lucky you’re so lucky
July 11, 2008
it’s quite possible that electric picnic makes me happier than dublin and paris put together. and electric picnic likes me back. likes me likes me. i didn’t have the money and now, i don’t have a ticket. the grief set in as expected. to begin with, i was in denial, i then moved onto the ‘why me?’ stage of resentment before dabbling in a bit of bargaining with good old god (i’ll be a better person, convert to christianity, etc), followed by a bout of depression. i’ve been waiting for the acceptance stage to kick in but it’s nowhere in sight. instead, i am resorting to grovelling. severe, tight-laddering, hands-scraping, on my knees grovelling. it’s a sad sight. anyway what i’m really getting at is that i need a ticket. any ticket will do. some suggestions? no problem. your ticket, your best friend’s ticket, your cousin’s boyfriend’s mother’s dog’s previous owner’s uncle’s granddaughter’s ticket. can i have it? i will pay you. not just in money, but in pure, unconditional, everlasting love. and if you have more than one that’s okay too. that’d be good like. cool. cool. thanks. anyone?
EDIT: I HAZ TICKIT