could not post this sooner for fear of jinxing myself.

For an update on what has been going on in my life check here.

I am also going to another concert tonight: Twisted Kissmas. I am so fucking excited I can hardly breathe. I guess I could tell you why I am so jazzed about this particular concert.

In a word…KoRn. KoRn is playing at Twisted Kissmas. OhMyGod!! OhMyGod!! OhMyGod!! OhMyGod!! OhMyGod!!HolyFuckingShit!!OhMyGod!!!!

*Clears throat*

Ok, Now that I’m finished freaking out and have brought my maturity level back to normal, I will explain…KoRn has been my favorite band for years. (Just ask Kate or The Bear, they can attest to this.) I discovered KoRn my Sophomore year in high school, much to my parents horror. (They are still trying to figure out what the fuck happened to their New Kids On The Block Loving Daughter.) It’s all been down hill from there. You see, much like anti-depressants have the opposite effect on me and actually make me more depressed*; KoRn’s music should, by all rights, make you want to kill yourself but, in fact, it actually makes me happy. Listening to KoRn, you realize one of two things, depending on your mood…

1. I’m not alone, there really are people out there who have gone through or are going through the same troubles I have. I’ll be ok. Or…
2. Jee-zus, what the fuck am I complaining about? My life is perfect compared to some. It’s stupid and selfish and petty to bitch about my life not being perfect when it could be so much worse. I’ll be ok.

Normally number 2 for me. On a lighter note, another reason I listen to Korn…In my opinion…their. music. kicks. monster. ass. Anyway, Big D bought The Bear and I tickets to this concert for Christmas, so I have him to thank that I am even able to go at all. I expect this to be the best night of my life.



*Another Sophomore event involving St. John’s Wart and a happy-go-lucky-step-mother who did not get teenage broodiness. But that’s another post…