the deadline has passed. the phone is silent. i apparently did not win jonas brothers tickets. i am awash with grief.
lord knows i tried. i wore jonas brothers tattoos to the gym. i watched a total of four tv episodes. i squealed and writhed uncontrollably. i sang mmm-bop relentlessly. yes, i know that’s hanson. but it’s the only boy band chorus i know.
yet, some undeserving 12-year-old girl apparently will be filling my seat when the boys roll into town. sad.
hmmmm. maybe there’s a monkees reunion coming up at the gila river casino …