I have to admit, I favor Chris the most of the Groban brothers (as if that was ever called into question). I got curious about Josh because of all the blabber on Chris’ blog. I had to know what the deal was about him. Now, I know what you’re thinking… “But he’s been around for like 10 years, how do you not know about him!??!” It’s simple. I listen to artists like Slipknot, Hatebreed, Marilyn Manson etc. Need I say more? I don’t watch a whole lot of movies either, which is why I missed him singing on movies like Troy and Polar Express.
I tried so hard to get into Josh’s music because I love the power of his voice. He’s pretty funny more often than not and he’s not terribly hard to look at. I tried! I really did! So, I bought a ticket, thinking that I’d really get into his style and really love his concert.
I’ve seen a lot of ugliness the past couple of days from *SOME* of his fans. Not all, a lot are very cool. There’s just a certain level of disgust I can handle before I need to walk away. I reached my point when I saw an explosion of malice and unjust egotisim when he jokingly tweeted about having a substitute in Portland. I can’t do this anymore.
I don’t care about making money off of this ticket. I don’t even know if it’s legal to do that anyway. It hurts to lose $86 but whatever.
So… a nosebleed ticket for his concert in Madison Square Garden is available. I have a picture to prove it if necessary. I don’t want to see a ticket go to waste. I should have spent the $17 for the opportunity to… return?… the ticket via Ticketmaster but I was in financial straits at the time.
Please let me know if you or anyone you know wants this. Thanks.
I’ve noticed that when something upsets me, like a blog or a series of tweets, I can’t stop reading until I’ve seen the whole thing. Other women do this too. Why do we do this to ourselves? It’s like we become the world’s biggest masochist and we just keep inflicting pain upon ourselves! Do we not have a level where we just can’t take it anymore and stop digging through whatever is upsetting us?
An argument is one thing. You generally know where that started so it’s no mystery. So, maybe I’m answering my own question here. Do we torture ourselves when reading messages because we have a profound curiosity and desperate need to comprehend the issue? Or are we just downright nosey for no reason?
I wish, for the sake of my blood pressure and stress level, I could quit abusive habits.
Is to think it through apparently.
I caught a cricket *gag* and put it on one of my guyfriend’s shoulder during our picnic tonight. He grabbed it and ate it. Talk about one-upping!
I… the female that I am… thought he would freak out. Mostly because that’s what *I* would do.
Never underestimate men.