One Line A Day

Got absolute confirmation today, that in two weeks, I become a slave to the Crüe for their Australian tour.  Yes. The Mötley Crüe.  The "own-all-their-early-albums" and "had-posters-of-them-on-my-wall-as-a-teenager" parts of me are über excited; the "I've-seen-Tommy's-sex-tape-and-it's-not-flattering" and "I-read-Nikki's-autobiography-and-nearly-vomited-in-disgust" parts of me are seriously dreading it.