Coincidentally, this is my 200th post, because I'm sure that should be signifcant somehow

I'm going to see The Cure. I think this is significant because they just seem like one of those bands you must see before you get old and saggy (er). I think it's very exciting that Robert Smith looks even creepier all these years later with that pancake makeup, heavy eyeliner, and whacky red lipstick. I gotta give it to him, at least he's keepin' it real. Their album Wish is still one of my favorites, and yes, I confess, I do still listen to it when I'm depressed. Check. And there will never, ever, be a song like Pictures of You. Sigh.

I soooo hope they play it, I mean, it's the essential Cure song. They've got to play it, right???

So September 19, bitches...woot.