Shut the fuck up already.

Yeah, i got tickets to the Elton John concert. I was lucky enough to be logged into ticketatlantic.ca at the proper time, and therefore was able to purchase them. So please don’t try and pull a pathetic fucking guilt trip on me just because you weren’t as lucky, and didn’t get any for yourself. You’ve whined about it everyday for the last month, saying ‘Ohhh..i wish I was going to be there! He’s my faaaaaavoutite. I’d do ANYTHING for a ticket’ And then, when it’s obvious to you that i have no intention of donating my ticket to your pathetic ass, you say ‘Oh, well he’s not even playing with a band, it’s just him and a piano, so it won’t be that good anyway’ as if trying to dampen my spirits and crush a bit of my excitement. Well fuck you, lady. You think that’s going to ruin the show for me? Have fun at home listening to his cd’s while i’m enjoying the real thing. If you’re lucky, i’ll bring you back a tshirt, just so i can gloat a little more .

Ps – just because we work together doesn’t mean that i like you, or that you can talk to me. Please die.

This article appears in Sep 25 – Oct 1, 2008.