there are no elegant word plays or metaphors in this entry, its just me

I guess this is how I would blog if I weren't so desperately self involved, but we'll get to that later. I'm writing this because I feel like a piece of shit for what I'm about to do, and maybe talking about it will help. Tommorow, the almighty iPhone comes out, and I will be one of the thousands of people across the nation to line up outside an apple store to be one of the first to touch that beautiful glass screen. Seems fairly normal, but its not. This is my last day in the bay before I leave for two weeks, and there are important things I should be doing, important things I should be saying to people, but I'm not. Well to be fair, I am here saturday too, but the fall out boy show is that day. See? this is exactly my point, my love for the material is taking over my life, and slowly replacing the people I love. I wish I didn't care about fall out boy and gadgets and expensive fucking hoodies as much as I do, but it's become my escape. where's a fucking 12 step when you need one?