In an attempt to overcome my irrational fear of blogging and being misconstrued via the internet (I'm best in real-time) I am embarking on a brave journey to face that which ails me.
I am hoping this gut instinct, or prescience, isn't true. You see, I am extremely excited about the prospect of attending the festival this year as it would be my first, but I have yet to see anything warranting selling plasma or possibly an organ, cashing in cans or taking on an extra job to make the trek from the DFW area. (read as a measure of anticipation/excitement, not literally) Am I excited about Suicidal? Hell yes! While I am always delighted to experience new acts, I need a few to bolster the pot. So far, for my tastes, this hasn't happened. I want to eat some crow on this one and hope to be searching for the top of the highest hill to have a joyous screaming frenzy on. Please FFF Gods hear my plea, I want to shit my pants, please make that happen tomorrow.
Your wannabe festival going love child, BonnieBlowtorch.