Tonight, I find my mind wandering in a million different directions. Concern, contentment, panic, obsession, laze, disinterest – it’s all going on tonight.
But here’s the most prevalent thing I will discuss. The Jason Mraz concert that I’m supposed to hit up with my friend(s) is on November 8th. I’m there. Doods, I’m so there, I’m there alone, if need be. But trying to get two or more tickets together and I’m in the nosebleeds. I’m thinking of having to buy separate seats and see if people will let us cuddle.
And then there’s this contest they’re doing, where you can win two free tickets and passes to a meet and greet. You know, I’m totally down with buying tickets to a meet and greet. But do you think I can find any info on one, all over the internets? Nope.
Hey Natalie, do you have any suggestions for how I can get my ass in there, so I’m that much closer to seeing his ass, in person?
Also, given that he’s this raw foodist hippy, what would be the variety of slutting it up that I might have to go to, to end up with my ankles around his neck?
Yes, I know, I just left the mommy blog spectrum, all together.
