'Never Leave Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
ION, I am really cranky today. Craaaaaanky. Tell me cheering things.
Go look at sdwolfpup's LJ. Or hit up her memories for the More Joy Day coverage.
OH! OH! t /Horshack First, because I know you love Wicked, watch that Firefly vid linked to in, umm, Minearverse, I think. (If you can. Do you have headphones if you share an office?) Then, watch Destiny Calling, which I'm pretty sure sdwolfpup (who is SUCH a freaking sweetheart and I adore her to pieces) linked to. It made me cry happy tears.
ION, I am really cranky today. Craaaaaanky. Tell me cheering things.
I got nothing. Work is stressful b/c of this last push to get a 1,076-page textbook to the printer (that's a REALLY FUCKING BIG textbook, y'all, especially when *I'm* the one typesetting it!), and my dad is having -- at this very moment -- yet another angioplasty to open a blocked artery.
So I'm one big seething ball of stress. My eye has been twitching all week. Yayfun.
WHY THE SMALL FONT??!?!
the dead milkmen made me do it.
I love The Hooters.
Insert joke here.
My first concert was Talking Heads. Same tour that STOP MAKING SENSE was filmed from (their last). It was Awsome.
Damn, Tep, another? I'm sorry, hon.
You don't NEED stress!
My first big concert was Shaun Cassidy.
Yes, mock away.
Oh, jeez, Teppy. Stressful indeed! Vibes to your dad. And you!
My first concert was Little River Band. Out-70s-THAT!!
Oh, and I agreed to accompany my dad to see the Kingston Trio in May, since no one else he knows likes them except me (but I'm guessing that the Golden Oldies tour won't be as good as their classic '50s recordings). Dad indoctrinated us in 50s Folk Groups at a young age, and I'm the only one of my siblings whom it stuck with.
My first concert was Sandy Patti. But my first "real" concert was Def Leppard with Queensryche opening.
My second concert was Dead Milkmen at the Hub Ballroom.
Stage prints in my gut for a week! Blood on my shirt that wasn't mine! Being within smelling distance! It was awesome.
Ignoring the part where, technically, that's where I met Psycho Ex 1.0, even though we lost touch and didn't actually get together until about four years later when we ran into each other again.