Can we please discuss the fact that in a month’s time I’ll finally be able to check “see The Airborne Toxic Event live” off of my bucket list? If you weren’t already aware (because your life happens to be an empty void), the lead singer of the band’s talents include being a lyrical genius as well as my future husband. I have a strict no cuddling policy, but this dapper GQ looking man is one notable exception. (The same goes for you, Ryan Gosling. Call me.)
For further evidence on why Mikel Jollett’s voice is a combination of angsty heartbreak and Jesus, feel free to peruse this blog’s “About” section where I embedded my Madrid video from last semester. There you can find various shots of alcohol, heart-shaped condoms, Germans being arrested for public intoxication, and videos of me dancing on stage at 7 story clubs (before the bouncers inevitably yanked me off, each and every time)… all along to the song “Innocence” aka six solid minutes of perfection. Be still my heart. Sure, I’ll be attending this gig solo because it was sold out before Penny could snag a ticket, but like I’ll let one little roadblock stop me. Now only strangers can judge when I start hysterically crying the second they bust out the viola or my boyf Mikel sings about breakup in one of his 47382947592 ways. What can I say? I never quite recovered from my Warped Tour-attending, From Under The Cork Tree-on-repeat playing, pyramid belt-wearing phase in 8th grade. So sue me.
The Art of Being Basic 
You need to raise your standards. He can’t be that great of a catch if he’s been broken up with in 47382947592 different ways.
Other girls just don’t appreciate his soulful artistry and tendency to write about crying himself to sleep at night. Not like I would ;)