somethings I am happy not to know.
I can't believe I never told you about Lara bleaching her butt to please old Jackie.
Huh.
'Potential'
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.
somethings I am happy not to know.
I can't believe I never told you about Lara bleaching her butt to please old Jackie.
Huh.
Huh.
One headline:
Tinker with your sphincter tincture
My office mate is having office hours right now, so I didn't read up on the latest LFB moment. Yet. But I will.
"No, asshat, I switched to viola because university orchestas always need them and I could get a scholarship."
Smart.
thwap
You're good with that bow.
Though that means it feels really good once the weirdo rhythm finally does make sense. God, I haven't played in an orchestra... it's been a long time. I miss it. Mind you, I suspect I don't even remember how to read music at this point.
I know. It's only been three and a half years since I last touched my violin, and yet, I've already lost so much music knowledge. I'm learning to play the piano, and the treble clef is still readable, but it takes me a moment that it never used to to remember what the notes are. And the bass clef is driving me up the wall because it looks so much like the treble clef, and yet the notes that it would be on that are not the notes that it is on this. Very tricky. Also, my brain keeps sending orders to my left hand fingers to play the higher note, and so my pinky comes down, and thus plays the lower note.
It's very strange. I'm having a lot more problems adjusting to piano from violin than I did going from recorder to violin.
I can. Lara's butt would never come up in our conversation.
also? you = the nasty.
Announcement: I baked scones and just ate 5 of them.
Analysis: Yum!
Doing the butt .. bleachy, bleachy.
Oh -- about the fug move -- you can always get to them at http://fuggingitup.com.
Yum, flea! What kind? (I love scones.)
Wow, Alibelle. I never knew that you were a violinist.
I think I will lead a happy life if I do not ever allow bleach or bleach solution to touch my skin. Seeing as how I do not plan to perform barehanded surgery in my living room, or other bizarre emergencies that might require the sudden application of cleaning products.
Hair dye is about as far as I will take it, and not nearly far enough to rival Spike, and after all, I like to think my butt deserves more protection from chemical insult than my scalp.