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I have no idea how my life took this gigantic u-turn. I have even less of an idea how to a. keep it from going wrong and b. properly express my gratitude to life/the fates/what have you.
Last night I was at the Dresden Dolls/Nine Inch Nails show. It was my seventh or eight time seeing the Dolls.
-Only this time, it was a large venue, with a major sound system, with seats and expensive tickets, with headlining a huge band.
-Only this time, i had awesome seats that I got for free.
-Only this time, i had a green fabric sticker that could bring me backstage

And so, for the first half of the NIN show, I am backstage, and downstairs. I'm sitting next to Brian - in shorts and t-shirt, makeup dissipated by sweat but replaced by lipstick smears from fans - while he is eating cake and drinking milk, and I'm talking with Amanda's brother-in-law while she is changing out of costume.
Sur-fucking-real.

It is almost completely set. I just need to speak with their manager and have the salary worked out, and then I will be their new webmaster.

I am working for the Dresden Dolls. Amanda Palmer has my cellphone number. She knows how to spell my name right in emails - without me ever pointing out that it's spelled with an 'a'.
For those of you who don't know or don't care who they are, let me put it this way. I am working for people who are hanging out with Nine Inch Nails.

My whole fucking life is about to really freakin change. Being in charge of something this important requires a major renovation of my current lifestyle. An awesome renovation.
Also, I'm so rusty on my web design that i probably can give you tetanus. Ick.

P.S. This is all REAL.