When your
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Got to Boston 1.5 hours after the show started of course. I was pretty mad a Joseph and his super late, never on time, nigga tendencies. And then he bought me a ticket for the show on Wednesday. And then I was less mad.

I'm trying really hard to stay here. I asked my aunt if I could live here and she said, 'Sure!' I was uncertain as to whether she was being sarcastic or not. I'm really hoping she wasn't. If I can't live here, I'll just hitch-hike to California or something... no, that's too basic.

I'll hitch-hike to Guam. It's probably very nice there.

I don't feel like I smell very good at the moment. Like sick. And a need to bathe. Plus, I look like this:

So I cried, and I begged for you to
Love me love me
say that you love me
lead me lead me
just say that you need me
I can't care about anything but you

Moving is so stressful.
I need a place to live.
And cardboard boxes to put all my current shit in.
And a way to get my car from here to Denver.

Now, on top of everything, I just remembered that my As Tall As Lions ticket, the ticket that I look at every single day just to make sure I still have it, is about to go to waste, because I CAN'T GO TO THEIR FAREWELL SHOW. You know why? Because I'm freaking poor. Too poor to make it to Boston and back and THEN to Denver immediately afterward. I don't even think I'll be able to go to New York for Christmas. I'm crying because I'm a puss and my life is over for the next 2 days until I get over this. But for 48 hours, I'm going to be mad as fuck.

...as Fuck.

...as FUCK.

1. Walk your dog!
2. Run a mile!
3. Make 7 sandwiches. Eat them!
4. Prank call all the friends you know are sleeping!
5. Make a bookshelf naked!
6. Solve P versus NP!
7. Bass fishing!
8. Grease a pig. Catch it!
9. Sing an opera in front of your neighbors home at the top of your lungs!
10. Go to Wal-Mart. Steal all the food you can carry. Donate it to the homeless. Eat it in front of them!