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I'm so fucking capricious. So yesterday I was checking out the craigslist ads for tickets to The Streets show...it looked like they were going for anywhere from $40 (but that was a few days ago) to $150 (for $21.50 face value tickets)...and of course the cheaper ones want you to come to fucking San Jose or wherever to pick them up. So on a whim I wrote to this dude who posted several days ago (right around the time the scalpers stated showing up, so possibly before/just as it sold out) saying that his friend bailed and he was looking for a date. I opened my email with "I'm sure your inbox is overflowing, and probably with girls who don't open their emails with "I have a boyfriend, but..."" and tried to be all sweet and charming but at the same time make it clear that I wasn't interested in anything other than company and a ticket to the show. Totally didn't expect a response, but whatdya know I got one, saying he loved my email and let's do it. So, yeah...I was all nervous about telling pA because I'd already told him I decided to say fuck the show let's get sushi and now I was worried that he would think I was going behind his back or somesuch. But of course he's the sweetest boy evar and is only worried about my being raped and beaten. Which I promise not to do.

So I guess I'm going to the show. Perhaps I should pick up the new album sometime this week.