Sweet Neil!

Good golly I wish I had a generously rich friend that wanted to buy me tickets to V-Fest. I'd probably even hit up this friend to purchase flight tickets so that if there were others in different provinces could join the festivities.
There are various bands either I am interested in seeing or at least I know of others that have expressed interest in their music. Such bands that are playing are:

• flaming lips
• massive attack
• raconteurs
• sam roberts
• hidden cameras

And the list goes on and on. There are so many playing.

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I believe that being "held captive" had weakened my ability to control my emotions. That and rummaging through mouse turds and fiberglass. So naturally, when I was driving yesterday back to O-Town, on a trip that usually should take 6 hours but was extended by severe thunderstorms, a "check engine" light appearing on dashboard, and my continual need to pee, I finally reached my breaking point. And as I try to write about it I realize I cannot. Apparently I still am not able to control my emotions and just as the experience yesterday caused me to snivel and cry uncontrollably, I find trying to conjure up the images brings forth the tears. Just to give you an idea, the scenario involved an unfortunate creature that had just been hit by a vehicle, yet was alive and suffering.

Sucker - A look within (wah wah)

Cue the Doogie Howser music

This is just a thought that seem to be reoccurring in my head:- Are we sometimes attracted to those that we know we will never actually have a 'relationship' with because inadvertently we have a fear of commitment? I mean, why would someone decide: oh, that boy is cute, I shall be attracted to him.? Umm, does such person know that the 'pursuer' even exists? Is the attraction a stepping stone for something more, or merely a distraction for the obstacles of everyday stressors. Sadly, this 'attraction' may progress into a habit of sorts, but still remain unfulfilled. Then this may effect the self-confidence of that pursuer. So, maybe being attracted to someone that we know will never return that attraction is somewhat masochistic? We know that we will build some emotion onto this attraction, only to be disappointed in the end. Why do we set ourselves up for the hurt?
-Thank goodness I am so damn funny and hot! (right now I am having a hearty chuckle, ha ha ha ha.)

Sweet ass. I've joined the world of electronic narcissim and am pubishing my thoughts as though anyone truly would care. Although I began this endeavour merely to post a comment to someone else's blog-thing.