MEETING PEOPLE IS NOT THAT EASY

I'm so fueled by these so called celebs. Who invented their status as celebrities. I know some of us are to blame of following and eating news from our favorite artist .I don't remember giving power to them to tell me what to do or how to behave just because they said so or because they endorse a product or campaign. We all agree they do have a better chance at reaching people to make them AWARE of situations in our fucked up world. Since when a little bitch is going to tell me not listen to a band just because they refused to meet her. So this Diva wanna be=Cunt said and I'm quoting :"Stinking Radiohead. I'm gonna ruin them.I'm gonna tell everyone." Miley Cyrus.

Well thanks to you all the other sixteen year old diaperwearing little girls are not going to purchase any more Radiohead products, if we are Lucky enough. Thom said before leaving California: "wish us all a safe journey if you still like us and you are not one of those people i managed to offend by doing nothing."

Just because your product is markeatable doesn't mean is good .Your sales does not mean you got talent. When your product creates loyalty,reaches masses and lasts that is when you done something right. Iam sorry you couldn't meet the band. Suck it up and fall into reality or may be Thom Yorke is a bigger Diva than this brat? I doubt that.

Your celeb status is not to get something in return but i guess meeting people is not that easy!

UNHAPPILY EVER AFTER

We search for the one since our brain send that message to the rest of our body that we are attracted to someone. The opposite or the same sex , your preferences are not important nor they will amaze me at this point in life. Lately,i feel i 'm missing that special one . I've been drifting from side to side and feeding from familiar faces in empty spaces. New pussy may hold the promise of something better, but sure as shit is not love. So the conclusion is simple: this shit is complicated!
I don't know if i rather be a ghost drifting from side to side or a condemned soul hurt by love. At some point your heart and the memories of love will make your spirit never be lonely.
We are meant to lose the people we love. The more it hurts the more they meant to us.
For some reason instead of crying we end up smiling. Every time you think of those memories they will make you happy even when you are miles away.
I can't deny that sometimes you feel empty and with pockets full of love to give but it doesn't make you feel defeated.
The way i see it iam very blessed .If i die in my sleep tomorrow I'll go with a smile knowing that my friends and family had the best of me and they love me more than what i know.
The road is long and full of new plans and dreams. i 'm going alone and excited but even if i live unhappily ever after i will go with a smile.

TicketMaster or TicketBastards

So a recent show that i was going to enjoy got cancel or postponed. Whatever you want to call it it really does not matter much. An artist can be sick or as well if they don't sell enough tickets to break even why do the gig, right?
The problem start when you want your sitting duck back (money).Which by the way was sitting since January in someone elses pocket.
I've got a refund from our friends from Ticketbastard,very close friends of the band Pearl Jam i believe. The refund will be credited to my account in 3 to 5 business days for unknown reasons. My funds were deducted in 3.2 seconds. Well ,that's fast service for you. Then in addition to my already violently pissed, one cell left brain ,they are keeping some money for the inconvenience charge.
Should i be the one getting some interest? a fucking sorry for this,hey here's a free ticket to Disney on Ice or better Scotch on fucking ice!
Once i believed in customer service. Now is a very expensive privilege.I can only hope and pray to Darwin that these people evolve or cease to exist and for once we can have more than one option to go see the shit that comes to your town without getting screw by the same old box office.
Since evolution might take some time i am moving on.
fearfully and disgustingly yours,