I went to the Nine Inch Nails concert Tuesday! Needless to say, I had a blast. I was a sweaty, disheveled, hurting wreck by the end of it and was giddy about it. I haven't had that much fun in ages. Bless my cousin for going with me, earplugs and all. NiN is not his cup of tea but he went for me. I had orchestra seats. The pit looked like fun and I really wished I could have been in it but as I said, my mosh pit days are past. He played at The Met, which only holds 3500. It's the smallest venue I've ever seen him in. I loved it. I've only ever seen him in stadiums before. We (he) got a car service to take us up and back so it was nice to not have to mess with parking too.
We were close to the stage and the crowd was great. They put on a fantastic and eclectic set list and played some I've never seen him perform before. Highlights for me were 'The Big Come Down', 'Survivalism' and 'Head Like a Hole', during which I forgot that I'm not supposed to be headbanging either. 
I'm sorry, but I can't possibly sit still during a NiN concert, and damage be damned. I am still sort of buzzed several days later. I could barely walk afterwards but I was a happy girl.
I'm still in that dangerous sort of mood and I don't think it's going away any time soon. You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you're on a rollercoaster? Yeah I have that pretty much constantly. As a plus, I've lost weight because I don't want to eat with my stomach like that. So there you go... your frustration/IDGAF diet. I should patent it. 
And honestly I don't even know why I'm wrestling with myself.
Poem below was inspired by Cinderella after a day of #FairytaleTuesday.
I'm not one of those girls who Goes to the Prince's balls Spinning glitter and shining Like the ballerina box I had as a child, Or one of those butterflies that flit Jewel bright and beautiful Down a preordained path. I go to the midnight ball Dancing barefoot in the courtyard When the moon is new and the obsidian sky trembles at crystal starlight, A furred moth spreading wings A foundling in the darkness That will tear the sky down. When you gave me that broom You didn't know I'd learn to ride it, So while you cut pieces away To force your feet into those shoes I'll wear ankle bracelets and garden dirt, Savage and mesmerized by the siren's call Of the vast and aching wild. - I like this one but I need to rewrite the ending.
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