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If I had a superpower, I'd totally want the ability to do the last twenty seconds over. Maybe THAT would stop my brain from playing the "Hey, one time when you were fourteen, you did this one thing that turned out REALLY BADLY. Let's remember it! In living colour! With the addition of the ability to know what went wrong, now that you have sixteen more years on this earth!" game. Also, it would be great, because then I could totally walk into meetings and make demands, and if they didn't work out the way I wanted (if, in fact, they seemed likely to end with my termination) I'd just do a reset!

It'd be even better than telepathy.

Also, it is raining like god himself is wroth at the earth. This makes me HAPPY.

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I know the job is hardly rewarding, but I make an effort to be polite to telephone representatives, and I always like calling my bank because they TALK to me and they sound like they're having a good time, and we have a nice conversation - I'd really like it if Ticketmaster didn't have employees that sounded like gassed zombies that I have to repeat things to three times because their script doesn't say "Listen to customer" yet.

Also, being wished to have a good day in a very rushed, fainting sort of way makes me want to kill people.

On the bright side, I now have a ticket for Projekt Revolution for the venue actually in the state of Washington, which is an improvement over the venue I originally had, which was in California.

Fie on you, webmaster of mychemicalromance.com, for not being able to put in the right fucking link. What else is your fucking job, if not getting that right?

It sort of weirds me out that I'm going to a concert with my nephew (unless graeae goes, in which case I'm going with my best friend and my nephew!) but that's how my family rolls. It's not as though he's ten.

I realise that it sort of indicates my willingness to do things like shriek "FIFTY DOLLARS FOR A PURSE???" at stores, and potentially indicates that I am both brain-dead and cheap, but really - when a twenty-five dollar ticket winds up being an over-forty-dollar ticket, I do not find this convenient. And no, I don't care that there are people out there right now who are wishing that they had a thousand dollars to drop on a Poiret-styled purse. I don't want to spend more than about twenty bucks on a purse unless it also starts my car on cold mornings.

If it were a Poiret purse, of course, all bets would be off, but then it would have actual value, by virtue of being vintage, that is not the same as having value because of the brand. Well, okay, it's exactly the same thing, with the added value of age, but also, Poiret was awesome, and we should all be just like him, which is "like Galliano, with more oriental influence, and less crack, and probably more feathers."

ETA: Wow, I am going to be totally lucky to get through this concert without running backstage with a pair of pruning shears and scalping the lead singer for Taking Back Sunday. NOT FOND OF EMOBOY HAIRCUTS.

On the plus side, I can stop by MCR's bus and bait the rockstar trap.

On the intriguing side, they have a day off in Seattle on the 24th. INTRIGUING. Do I go to The End's beach house to stalk them or wait at work for them to come to me? I'm certainly FedExing them enough Tenth Edition crap that they should consider it.

DECISIONS. Meanwhile, I must go sharpen my pruners.