2002-09-16 || 4:58 p.m.

|| it spells s-t-e-v-e-n ||

i saw morrissey on saturday night.

it was spectacularly exciting.

the fifteen-year-old me was beside herself. the fifteen-year-old me cried through no less than three songs and screamed uncontrollably (three long shrieks) when m took off his shirt and threw it in the crowd.

i forgot all about how much i loved morrissey.

and it all came back. and we were perched high atop the greek theater, watching this grand spectacle, and seriously. peeing my pants most of the time. my fifteen-year-old hands with black nail polish tugging at my dress hems to run down and get baptised by his holy sweat.

o morrissey.

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