he seems like an easy person to stalk. i’ll sleep in a van, drive across the country attending all his shows. i’ll hang around before they go on, become friends with all the crew, discreetly steal conor’s clothes and make a shrine, accidently bump into him when he’s alone and scream “I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you.” and he’ll be so in awe of me, we’ll become best friends. with benefits of course.
OOh, an update: Conor Oberst in Calgary June 08. Oh shitttakes. This is going to be brilliant.
//dit (June 26th 2008)
The dream is not dead. Although my feelings for mr. oberst has evolved, I still think this is an important task. At the end of July, it will be my 3rd time seeing Mr. Conor Oberst in the flesh. I am volunteering at the folk festival in which he is attending. This seems to be a most opportune, well, opportunity. so, we’ll see how it goes.
