Let me explain. I was sitting in CPT about to sign out of facebook and high tail it home when something caught my eye. "Stay glued to this page IDIOTs. Big news!"
I bounced in my seat insisting to Ginny that he was coming back. She denied it. I drove home at light speed and waited. Then it happened. Like I knew it would. St. Billie is back for 50 shows! So of course Im a genius. Yesterday Blaine and I were sitting in the kitchen with my mom talking. She said "You know she has little parties on Billies birthday right? She invited me last year." So I yelled as Blaine laughed that she wasnt invited this year.
Guess when Im seeing Billie in American Idiot?
February 17th. His 39th Fucking birthday.
I was so giddy with joy after buying my tickets in the center mezzazine third fuckin row, that I forgot I was changing and getting ready to go get my haircut. I actually walked to the kitchen without pants on.
SO WORTH THE EMBARRASMENT! Ya know why? Cause Im going to be with Billie on his birthday! Eat it fuckers! Yeah.
I would love to go to a show in January to, but Im content in staying home and looking at all the lovely photos and updates from people. Plus Im positive my dad wouldnt let me go in April, October, December, and now February. He would literally pull out a gun and shoot me in the face.
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