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[sebastienne]

i must be like arnold rimmer - my psyche REALLY must hate me.

i don't get to see placebo last year because i don't find out they're playing until they sell out.

so i join the mailing list. but then i don't check my mail fo a few days, i think i was away somewhere, and i miss their nex two dates.

they anounce a third date - i am ecstatic - i can finally go and see placebo.

but then i checked the calendar and it turned out we're in france.

except we're not, are we? no. where it says holiday on the calendar it doesn't mean we're ON HOLLIDAY, just that there is no school.

I COULD HAVE FINALLY GONE TO SEE PLACEBO, SOMETHING I WANT TO DO MORE THAN ANYTHING, AND MY OWN INABILITY TO READ A CALENDAR FUCKED IT UP FOR ME.

i only realised this today, when i found out carafa was going. 'that's not right', i thought, 'placebo are playing while i'm in france'. oh no. brian will be singing 'without you i'm nothing' while i sit at home on the internet. while brian holds the image of the ashtray girl, i will sit at home burning candles and moping.

i can't believe how could have missed every single london date placebo have played since i first started going to gigs. and they are my favourite band, bar none.

my god, why has this made me so miserable? i was resigned to the fact that i wasn't going... but this is just fucking ridiculous.

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*hugs*
Poor poor seb...
next time?
Can I have your soul anyways?