August 14, 2010

  • he can try to fight it if he wants, but it's pretty much decided.  one way or another i'm going to mate with andrew mcmahon and have many musical, awkwardly toothed babies.  i'm unable to describe just how amazing it was to press up against the barricade and listen to him sing, to watch him twist, literally, three feet from me, to sing every song that used to make my heart break.  it was beyond.

    also, why didn't anyone tell me about boston?  it's officially MY city now, in case you wondered.

    finally, i know i should have let this go months ago, but it still hurts.  i expected this from him, knew he would eventually tire of and ignore me.  that was never a question, and i'm surprised every time i hear his name and exploits to discover that i really DON'T care about that anymore.  you're a different story.  i never saw this one coming, and i still don't know what the trigger was.  why can't i let go? (okay, i know why, but don't much feel like expounding just now)