atsukan

I hate marketing. I hate that people make me want things that I don't need, or dangle things in front of me that I shouldn't have to desire, but must, in the end, covet. Damn you Green Day for bait-and-switching me with the Warfield tix I can't have. Fucking Coldplay redux. And this time I actually like the band. Fuck.

I think I'm even more upset that I had such low expectations for all this that I was numb when I lost out. Have I become so deadened to the highs and lows that I can feel nothing at all? Fuck.

What do I love? I love that while I was being a pathetic pile of cheese on my couch on a Saturday night watching yet another epsiode of Law & Order, that something amazing happened. A brief clip of a man with a vey large afro jumping around, but for only a split second. I've been so out of it, and I'd had so much rum the previous night, I almost dismissed it entirely. But rewinding proved me right- there was this random dude jumping around. Yay.