I fought the law...and the beer won.

So if you know me at all, you probably know that I have a ghetto entrepreneurial urge living inside me. More often than not, this leaves me broke and disappointed. Today, it leaves me drunk at a bar.

So I did a little research and discovered that Colorado, as a state, has no scalping laws. Within about four minutes of this discovery, I owed ticketmaster around a thousand dollars. I bought the maximum allowed tickets to the shows I was sure would sell out. My first venture was for a band I'd never heard, but after a little research I discovered are quite popular with the tweens. Little did I know that grown men would sell a testicle to get their daughters a ticket to see these Jonas boys. I still have my doubts about their supposed sibling..ry. Crazy marketing if you ask me. So anyway, those boys bought me a tank of gas which I was very grateful for. And they also convinced me that I could make more than just gas money in this business.

However, I quickly learned that there is a reason the guys selling tickets on the corner always have holes in their shirts. Being a professional ticket scalper ain't no easy task. Long story short, if a show doesn't sell out, and instead decides to drop ticket prices by ten dollars, you end up alone, broke, and drunk at CB&Potts. It's a sad life. Thank god my iPhone has typing correction. If it weren't for that, this blog would look more like this...

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That's right bitches, be grateful.



Update...

I just logged in to see what sort of mess I'd typed up yesterday, and its a bit of a doozy. I arrived at the concert three hours before my boyfriend, and (after selling my extra tickets for a painfully low price) instead of waiting outside in the heat, I chose to go to a bar. Seemed like a good idea at the time...

Also, thank you to the 14 year old boys who bought my tickets, you saved me some tears.

And for anyone that may be curious...Both the Flobots and Offspring rocked the fuckin house. Go see them. Twice. (Just don't ask me for tickets, cause I won't be buying extras)

Crisp and fresh

Every once in a while, I look around my apartment and realize I'm completely bored with it. When I moved in, it was beautiful and open and exciting. I loved knowing where everything was and knowing that everything was mine. I could walk from one end to the other in pitch black and know exactly when to dodge the table leg, when to step over the dog toys, and when to avoid the stray shoe by the door. I liked the comfort that this brought. But I think, with everything, you need to switch it up now and then to keep that appreciation. Once in a while, you need to stub your toe on the couch.

And so, I have a new blog. Its been brought to my attention, by a few, that my blog has been missing the fierceness it once had. It seems to correlate with my view on life. The more bitter I am at the world, the more creative my silly little posts would be. Now, I'm not willing to trade my happiness for the sake of a good post, but I am willing to try a new approach. Maybe, my old blog bred bitterness. After all, that's what it was born into. It only makes since, that as my attitude changes, my environment will need tweaking as well. So here is my fresh start. I can only promise that I will give it attention, care, and effort. I will be honest and genuine. And, as always, I will not censor myself or my opinions. Feel free to enjoy and stub your toe.