Dude. Why does everyone else's life seem more exciting and fun than mine? I sit at home. And knit. And get excited about yarn. While other people go on trips and party it up and meet new people and have exciting stories to tell. I lead a pretty pathetic existence. Awesome.

And I waited too long and now tickets for Ben Folds/Rufus Wainwright are sold out. Fuck me.

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