release the burden that you're bound to

Ventured out today for a printer cartridge, which a remarkable facsimile of KIIS' JoJo sought and sold me with a smile at Office Depot. Read, napped, finally caught up with Miranda on the phone, and at the rate gas prices are soaring, that'll be the only way I'll be keeping in touch with her for a while. Paid over $2 a gallon for gas today for the first time in my life, and ouch. I have nothing but love in my heart for my car, but fuel-efficient it is decidedly not.

*sigh* After tonight, I won't have been at every club show of JC's, and god knows everyone's woes should be so high-end, but it still smarts a bit. There are few things in this world that make me as happy as watching that boy perform, but giving in (which I came exactly thisclose to doing last night) would've been the epitome of fiscal irresponsibility, so I'll be content to sit at home, curled up with Amber's latest and my puppy, maybe indulge in something ice cream-y and wait for the enthused recounts to start pouring in.

*squeezes the everloving life out of without_me*

Who just called!

From a concert pit in Chicago!

So I could listen in on all of One Night Stand!

*squeesqueesquee!!!*

I went out on my front porch so I'd be sure not to lose the barely-there connection we get out here and danced my hiney off. Y'all sound insane, JC sounds wonderful, and my night - fuck, week - has just been made. Thank you, A.

One hundred is about right...

For how many different ways I love without_me.

He sang it! And I got to listen! (And may have screamed 'cause she's such a sexy dame / I just can't control my thang right along with them.)

My friends, man. Wiping a tear here, seriously. I got bitten about seven times standing outside with the mosquitos to listen then chat afterward, but oh, so beyond worth it. She's the cat's pajamas, truly.

I'm to relay that the audience got a "mom-rated" version (as JC's was in attendance) of the first (and, granted, all-ages) show tonight - in Come To Me, he hummed over the masturbation line and walked his fingers along his side instead of down his front on creeping down real slow! Bwahahaha! He's so precious! And! And! He forgot the words to Dear Goodbye! Toward the end of the song, he had the audience sing, and when it was his turn again, he completely forgot what he was supposed to sing and cracked up for the rest of the song! (paraphrased) "Well, that was the first time I've had a total brain fart in the middle of a song, but that's okay, 'cause my mom loves me despite my faults." *dies* Love him. How can you not?

Who's broken now? Oh, hi, yes. Table for one, and keep the drinks coming. Or you know, the slightly tinny phone calls. *hugs everyone in Chicago*