No matter how many times you plead your case to me, Im not going to suddenly make tickets appear. I dont care how much you love the band, I dont care how many times you ”tried calling” - you can’t even buy tickets over the phone from us - Im still not going to suddenly have tickets for you.
Seriously. You could have bought them online. You could have called ticketweb and bought them over the phone from them. You could have come down to any of the 75+ nights weve been open since they went on sale and bought them from our box office. You have no excuse. Please fuck off, stop calling, and stop knocking on my door. Check craigslist, or come down before doors and hit up scalpers.
/rant
Here’s hoping day 2 is better than day 1. It’s not like it could get much worse. (Taken with instagram)
(Source: theworstofbothworlds, via babexlincoln)
Today was probably the worst day at work I’ve ever had.
Fuck.
And now I get to do it all again for another 13 hours tomorrow.
I would say I want to cry, but I’m already passed that.
If anyone needs one or knows anyone that needs one, pleaaaase let me know. I’m not even trying to get what I paid for it, message me and we can work something out!
I’m so fucking tired. Not stoked for tomorrow.
Roommate (Taken with instagram)
Went to take a bath. Leaned over the tub to turn on the water/plug the drain…
and my phone slipped out of my hoodie pocket, fell into the tub, the back cover and battery came off…
WHY, WORLD!? WHYYYY!?
Seems to be working okayish now. Occasionally the battery indicator will start flashing at me. Womp Womp.
I dont know this guy… (Taken with instagram)
Kolby and Tibbers. (Taken with instagram)