Hush, you. Usher. That's all one needs to know. He's pretty.
The last Usher song I know is Yeah, Yeah.
'Heart Of Gold'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hush, you. Usher. That's all one needs to know. He's pretty.
The last Usher song I know is Yeah, Yeah.
Hush, you. Usher. That's all one needs to know. He's pretty.
Once his house fell.
Usher is pretty. But he was cheating on whom with whom?
Lee, please do go home, and make the most of fixing the rest of your day. But you have to hurry! Or, say, maybe avoid hurrying and exclamation points altogether.
I did! Well, the go home! part, and the exclamation point part, not the Hurry! part.
eta: I kinda want to see Sean's Diagrams, but also, scared.
I kinda want to see Sean's Diagrams, but also, scared.
Hee! Hey, chase the monsters into the other room for me. It'll be like old (last week) times.
The last Usher song I know is Yeah, Yeah.
Relativistically, you're cooler than your parents. Though I'm chastened to realise that JC Chasez is dating Gabrielle from Desperate Housewives. I mean, to learn it now. I feel I should have known it sooner.
But he was cheating on whom with whom?
On Chili, but not sure with whom. Now he's maybe still dating Naomi Campbell.
Hey folks! How are things?
I'm still in the West with the fam (technically, the mountains, but it is west to me). I have acquired the cold that was doing the rounds, and it is indeed misery. I've seen lots of hockey, live and otherwise (NHL? what's that?) and eaten boatloads of Christmas baking and Ima making a February resolution to shed some pounds (February because the NewYearResolutionaries have mostly died off at my gym by then).
Hi John!
Hi Lee!
Quiet in this place tonight (says the guy who spent the last two days in bed with the ick and had to catch up thousands of posts). I don't even know what day it is, but I won't have to know until next week sometime.
Hey everybody.
I'm feeling mostly better today, though my voice is still kind of iffy. (I can talk without much problem. Singing isn't working so well.)
I really need to get a haircut. And I realized that my hair is now long enough that I can donate 10 inches to Locks of Love (the place that makes wigs for kids who lost their hair) and still have a pretty good amount of hair left. Now, I just need to remember to make an appointment to get it cut. (That's really why my hair has gotten this long. It's not really a conscious effort, just that I keep forgetting to get it cut.)