Damn.

One of my all time biggest regrets in life: Not propping my eyelids open with needles, pounding 5 Hour Energy bottles or stealing some rich, unbathed kid's drugs just so I could stay awake and catch these guys at Bonnaroo last summer. I guess it was that shitty Flaming Lips show (and the heavy cloud blanketing the audience) that lulled me to sleep earlier in the night. FML. And now they are really (supposedly) calling it quits.

I may sound dramatic but I'm serious. I don't have too many regrets in life, it's just not worth it. But for some reason, this just kills me. And I got on the LCD Soundsystem train late, too. I'm nowhere near the world's biggest fan.

I was so close. And then, I let it get away. So I could what, sleep? LAME.



I'm going to go eat a few boxes of chocolates now, or whatever people do to make themselves feel better. Oh! But I guess if I wait until tomorrow that chocolate will be on clearance, right? Okay then. Tomorrow we cry while binge eating post-Vday chocolate and listening to "Someone Great" on repeat. Let's get dramatic. Who's bringing the tissues?