Wherein Jump Little Children simultaneously ruins and redeems my entire Life

Matthew Bivins, you cruel cruel tease! I can't help but hate to love you! Even when you've been long gone from my sitelines, you somehow manage to break my heart still... I had found a fellow lover of his sexy ambiguity, his hot pink guitar, his unpretentiously grandiose stage presence. After reminiscing about this band that epitomized my formative years, and epitomizes these years after, still, we cackled for many hours and I fell hard and fast and thought nothing more than "I'm in trouble!" and nothing less than "how lovely, our glasses match!" And I owe it all to those super-humans we know as Jump, this lovely hippie-dippie theory that music always brings the right people together!

oh boy. In trouble indeed. In a world of manic, weepy, sleepless, JLC-induced trouble. Nothing else to do but listen to Between the Dim & the Dark album and reread my stupid journals, wondering where it all went horribly awry. Matthew Bivins, where are you now? You rocked my world! You gave me the soundtrack to both my joys and sorrows! You led me to a fellow fan and then you left me feeling more icky and miserable than I have ever felt before!

I might have to replace you, Matt, as my go-to guy for these rollercoaster-y emotional wreckage-y times. You have led me astray. But I could never leave you now... one day you and your pink guitar might just show up downtown, right? Benjamin Apple saw one of you wandering around in Union Square last December- you must be around here somewhere, sometime. Until then, tell me you love your guitar and put me out of my misery.

xoxoxoxoBon
ps- this cool new hat I'm wearing? yeah, it's cause I haven't showered since Saturday night and my hair looks like shit. don't tell anyone.