25 11 2008

Micah won tickets and front-row passes/sentences to Scott Weiland in Hollywood tonight.

Really, it was everything I hoped it would be.  He even signed my cd after asking my name — and now I have a drunkenly-signed album cover from the lead singer of Velvet Revolver made out to either “Rod” or “Rog”.  Either way, I win.


Why do people refuse to slake their desire for intimacy through means other than rash marriages?


The good that lies in front of me is currently superseding the pleasurable that lies behind me.  One can ask for little more than that.




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