and your very flesh shall be a great poem - walt whitman

okay.
this is serious.
i have no intentions of writing a novel but i need to vent a bit.

i've loved maxwell since forever.

pre-fro & post-fro i've have an unadulterated love for maxwell.

knowing good and well in middle school i had no idea what he was singing about.

because everyone told me it was grown folk music - pssh.

anywho, he's coming to charlotte and i'll be in chapel hill.

i'll be twohoursandtwentyfourminutes & onehundredandfouronepointninetyfourmiles away
from maxwell.

no bueno.

so i'm basking in my own self pity because i won't see him.

shoot, i'd be happy if he replied to one of my tweets. yep, it's that serious.

so until i see him in concert the next time he comes around i'll be listening to his greatest hits

and watching his performances on reruns of daytime tv shows.

this is pitiful