If you kiss me mister you must think im pretty 
If you think so mister you must want to fuck me 
If you fuck me mister it must mean you love me 
If you love me mister you would never leave me

While singing along I could feel the mix of mischief and irony sliding out of my vocal cords and off of my tongue.

For those of you who don’t know, the title of my blog is named after a surprisingly relevant song by The Dresden Dolls; for those of you who don’t care, I saw them last night at the House of Blues. The four hour wait in line was well worth my spot in the front row. Jason Webley, a very talented and very handsome foot-stomping accordion player opened up the show with Dance While the Sky Crashes Down. Three hours later The Dresden Dolls closed the show with a cover of War Pigs (Black Sabbath), followed by Amanda smashing her keyboard with her stool before exiting the stage. Those fuckers are so punk-rock! The show was unforgettable, but even more so, ineffable.

Highlights:
· I asked Amanda Palmer to prom (she looked at me and laughed).
· Soon after I caught a rose petal that was in her mouth.
· I also held Brian’s hand while he beat boxed.

My life ain’t average.