Also. Whomever decided to steal my New Kids on the Block tickets may have to die via a mysterious explosion. While I do not know if they are indeed stolen, they're not here yet! They should have arrived sometime last week but no such luck. I'm guessing a 36 year old father of 3 who works at the post office stole my tickets.
I remember crying when I was like 5 or 6 years old because my older sister got to go see NKOTB and I had to stay at home. I was convinced that my aunt and cousin hated me and that's why I had to stay home. So while I was lying in my bed, gripping onto my NKOTB pillowcase and my NKOTB sleeping bag pulled up to my chin, I cried and made the vow that someday I would see them in concert. THAT SOMEDAY HAS COME GOD DAMNIT, and I'd better get my tickets sometime soon or this will end badly, I assure you.
I can remember only trying to sleep on Jonathan Knight because that was my way of being close to him, I never wanted to lay my head on Danny or Donnie though. And I felt like a traitor if I laid on Jordan because Jennifer had dibs on him.
Even the Germans love them.
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