I don't ask for much in this world. I want enough money to hit the clearance racks and go to the dollar movie, while still being able to afford insurance on my 11 year old ride. I am so low maintenance that people used to mistake me for being homeless on Hohman Avenue. That said....
I really, really, really, really, really, really want Bon Jovi tickets.
Good ones and they are so ridiculously expensive, it's....um..ridiculous. So if you have a high speed internet connection, have a hook up to the pre-sale, know a backstage technician, or your cousin used to date Jon's acupunturist, AND you can get me really good tickets, I will love forever. If you know me, you know the shit I've done to go to the shows. You still have no idea how badly I want this. It hurts. I swear it. My heart physically aches with longing. It's an addiction. But it's a rare indulgence. Indulge me.
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