The Park

I’ve been playing (and singing) a whole lot of L’Arc-en-ciel these days. And this semi-Laruku trip is making me read accounts from the Otakon ‘04 concert. You’d think it make me happy. Nah. In fact, every enthusiastic account puts me in a melancholy. Gawd. If only I were there. Except I wasn’t. Darn. And a month from now, I’d most likely hear about the superband SKIN from those AX attendees. Argh. More reasons to sulk. Why must the hotel accomodations too frakkin’ expensive? Then again, as much as I heart Gackt, I’d rather not spend a portion of my car downpayment.

I am not stingy. I am just relatively practical.