i stupidly bought 3 relient k/mae/sherwood tickets for the April 18th, 7:30pm (wednesday) show in Portland without knowing that i have a jazz concert that night at Gonzaga, and i was wondering if anyone would like to buy them from me.
spring is coming, and i feel obligated to say something in the journal. it's because i want comments - i thrive on those little fuckers.
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so many thoughts, yet i have no words. don't you hate it when your mind is so jumpy that you can't think of a story or analogy to describe the way you feel?