Stood in line for hours but ended up practically hanging over stage left. Recognized a few of the songs but for the most part was more into the visual aspects of the two plus hour show. That one get up kinda looked like a psychedelic couture mummy wrapped Lady Gaga. At least now I know what it's like to be inside a disco ball.
It's kinda nice to wake up next to someone who wants to wake up next to you. To kiss someone who kisses me back. To fall asleep holding someone in my arms who wants to be held by me. I almost forgot what a good feeling it is not to be the consolation prize.
I'm a question wrapped in an enigma, rolled up and left inside a douche bag fermenting in an asshole for an added kick to the throat. A contradiction in terms. Both yin and yang. Peacemaker and destroyer. Nice guy and asshole. Friend and enemy. A true son of Gemini. Neither duplicitous nor untruthful, I don't have much of a filter separating my brain and mouth. I suspect I may be a little bipolar and slightly ADD, something I'm currently self medicating herbally.