I have always loved my 80s rock, and my love remains pure. I even like many pieces of disco.
sits next to Connie, gives her a copy of "My Secret Shame", the CD with songs from Poison, Whitesnake, Def Leppard, etc. that everyone says they hate, but always asks for a copy of.
I... just couldn't write it that way. I can't even check my iPod, because I'm pretty sure I changed it during a grammatical hissy fit.
SEE!!! Power ballads make the baby Chicago Manual cry.
You should totally move here! We have a french school and everything. And movies. Two things vital to your career.
This has been contemplated more than once. And every position in the Bay Area remotely connected to what I do gets a hit: Medieval history, Quebecois literature... sure, I can fake that!
Wait, you guys actually *own* your secret shame music?
Man. I'm doing something wrong.
Though I do own some ABBA. Does that count?
There is no shame in owning ABBA!
If anyone needs help figuring out statewide ballot issues/bond referenda, let me know--I've got them all on a database here at work, and will be in at 6:30 on Wednesday morning to update said database with the election results (yay?). Also have a city issue for Boulder, for some reason I know not.
This and Steph's semicolon are why I love us.
There HAS to be a semicolon between "streetlights" and "people," otherwise it makes no sense!
t /demented editor
Wait, you guys actually *own* your secret shame music?
Oh, yeah. Two words: Milli. Vanilli.
Oh, yeah. Two words: Milli. Vanilli.
The Secret Shame that Dare Not Speak Its Name....
Some days I feel like I hardly know anyone anymore!
It's like the day my SIL tried to defend her liking Vanilla Ice.
Two words: Milli. Vanilli.
Girl, you know it's true.