so I’m graduating college today, no big deal
I just want a nice place to live with exposed brick and a garden and a job where I can be useful and feel like I have a purpose and make art and have beautiful friends who have interesting things to say and we can go to art galleries and patisseries and cafes and listen to live music and go to thrift shops and a wonderful boyfriend who can take me to the zoo and watch bad movies with me and I can cook and bake for him and I wish that I could just drink wine and smoke weed and be full of life and travel and make money and fall in love with every place and everyone I meet
I still can’t believe I saw my favourite band of all time live.
I can’t believe I saw my idol, Keith Richards, perform right in front of me.
I can’t believe I saw Mick Jagger shake his ass in person.
I can’t believe I saw Ronnie and Charlie and Bobby Keys and even Mick Taylor.
I can’t believe I could see backstage, and I saw them smoking and joking around in between songs, and at the end of the show, I saw Theodora Richards pop out and give her dad a big hug and a kiss.
I can’t believe any of it.
I am still without words.
Bring on the post-concert depression.
I drove today and I actually wasn’t terrible (like I had been last week). I actually reversed properly this time, too. I’m so proud of myself.
Also tomorrow I get to see my best friend for the first time in a month.
And Friday I’m applying to another job (I really want this one guys cross your fingers/pray for me please!) & possibly going record shopping with my friends.
And in three days, I’m seeing my favourite band in the entire world live.
And also visiting/staying with my other best friend all weekend.
Things are good right now.