ooh, this should be good

tonight, mr. reznor, you have the permission to blow my mind. thank you very much.

i'll have to run to the city straight after the gig and join a mate's bday party. of course this bloody party is in a fancy club, so that dressing for both events at the same time is going to difficult as fuck. i don't see myself doing the nine inch nails gig in stilettos and there's no fucken way i'll go clubbing in sneakers. grh.

and yeh, before you ask. out of those 43 pairs: there's one pair of sneakers, one pair of running shoes, and apart from the few pairs of compulsory aussie thongs, the rest are high as fuck stilettos. i just don't do comfy of sensible shoes. i'm not a nurse for fuck's sake.

this might call for a change set of clothing in my bag and a superman-like striptease attempt in whatever equivalent of a phone booth i can find.

but bunnies, this gig is going to be so good!

--update

thank you, mr. reznor for being just as fucken mind blowingly porn as i expected. an amazing gig. honestly blew my mind. blew my fucken mind right off the top of my head. incredible.

now bunnies, crank out loud nine inch nails - the wretched with me.