the heart wants what it wants

cutting it close, see tickets

thank god it's friday, right? what a week it's been. how's yours been? i wish there could be a comment interval in these posts so i could get your feedback as you progress through the irrelevant words. that's besides the point. i'm just letting you know that i love your comments, even if they're full of hate. but back to today, i got home a wonderful little letter which contained a ticket for a gig which i'm all too excited to attend alone. and there was some other gig news so read on if you like.

signed, sealed, delivered, i'm yours

i love all of you

there's nothing quite like getting a letter through the door. it's a dying art, i know, but one that i really wish people were more interested in. it's so personal, heartfelt and sentimental: a real touch of elegance. i need to write more, we all do, so if you're up for having an unreliable pen pal, let me know and we can be new (or existing) friends. anyway, letters led me to emails which, in turn, led me to junk emails and you'll really want to see how this one pans out.