Tikva Eibik

I’m gonna go, with Daniel, to an Amanda Palmer gig in London in October. I’ve been listening to Who Killed Amanda Palmer for a week without pause and I am SO fucking excited, her music is unbelievably awesome, and I’ve been jealous of Daniel for nearly three years now because he went to a Dresden Dolls gig a few weeks before I met him. Lemme reiterate.

Amanda Palmer gig! OMG! Yay! Awesome in a bukkit! Will be walking on air for a month!

Except… I won’t be. Walking on air, that is; because despite my bank account containing all of three bits of fluff and a dead mouse I poked my way onto the site and found the ticket ordering system. And… you need ID to get in. Which is fine, I have ID. But you need ID that says you’re 18. And I ain’t.
I guess I could get fake ID from someone, but then I’d have to pay for that too and it’s not like I have spare cash falling outta my ears. I could borrow someone else’s ID, but most of my eligible friends are 17 too and, anyway, there isn’t much non-photo ID in existence any more, especially for people who’ve only recently got it.

I guess that’s down the swanny. Fuck it.
Maybe it’s a good thing, it’s not like I could afford to go anyway… but hell, I was gonna.

Oh, also this is win!
Although my result was a bit off:
Likelihood of you being FEMALE is 26%
Likelihood of you being MALE is 74%