I am utterly filled with disapointment in myself today.
Last night I had two tickets to see Broken Social Scene w/ Feist opening at the Grand @ the Regency in San Francisco.
Guess what, they had no box office, so the tickets were mailed to me. Somewhere within the last month, they disappeared. I tore my house apart last night for two and a half hours looking for the tickets. No luck. I wanted to cry. seriously. bawl my eyes out for being so stupid and forgetful. I was so mad, in fact, that I smoked my first cigarrette in 15 days. I'm a fucking looser.
Today i'm filled with the biggest sense of depression that i've felt in years, and all over a stupid concert.
It's just that sometimes I want to punch myself in the balls so bad.
Last night I had two tickets to see Broken Social Scene w/ Feist opening at the Grand @ the Regency in San Francisco.
Guess what, they had no box office, so the tickets were mailed to me. Somewhere within the last month, they disappeared. I tore my house apart last night for two and a half hours looking for the tickets. No luck. I wanted to cry. seriously. bawl my eyes out for being so stupid and forgetful. I was so mad, in fact, that I smoked my first cigarrette in 15 days. I'm a fucking looser.
Today i'm filled with the biggest sense of depression that i've felt in years, and all over a stupid concert.
It's just that sometimes I want to punch myself in the balls so bad.
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punt:
pull out a tittie.
freyja__:
oh no! that's what refrigerator magnets are for, silly.