Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
VH1 Classic thinks that "Hello" (that's the one with the blind chick in the video and the sculpture of his head, right?) is Soft Rock. I don't get that. It's soft soul, or something.
That's the one. It was my favourite song in the 80s (supplanting Jona Lewie's "Louise", which I still love), because I am a big sap. I do not think it is soft rock, as I cannot conceive of a video halfway consistent with the song that would involve Tawny Kitaen.
BT, how is the mini-T-B thing going?
Considering I first saw this place March 7, it is sorta weird to realize it is so right. I distrust gut instincts when the sort of dollars involved are...well, involved. And the ceiling did fall in, my worst nightmare. And there will be all sorts of other foibles, given it is an barely maintained-for-at-least-20-years 78 year old house. At least the electrical is up to code. Second floor -plumbing? Original. Rusty.
yay for being home!
sorry, kat, that just sounds way rough
and billytea is teasing
I am sorry for the crap day, Kat.
Now I'm all freaking out over Chuck. Chuck!!
CHUCK!!!! ChuckChuckChuckChuck
So awesome.
BT, how is the mini-T-B thing going?
He's TB now? Oh dear. I hope "Tragic Regency-Era Romance Higgins" will fit on the birth certificate.
We've been sent home for now, it looks like it'll be a while - later today or maybe tomorrow. Wallybee and baby are both doing well so far.
I love the birth-and-post.
Today... I was unable to attend the funeral of a high school friend. I got to my bus stop in plenty of time this morning only to discover that I didn't have my wallet. Walked home for wallet and grabbed a cab. Half way to work the cabbie pulls over next to a disabled cab because he knows the stranded passenger and wants to give her a ride which is fine, but she took her time deciding to actually get in the cab while I was running late for work. I spent a very long day at work and discovered that the man I'll be assisting for the next two weeks likes to make loud farting noises any time he isn't talking. (It's going to take a huge effort to not scream at him, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Were you raised by a pack of 7 yr old boys?!) At the end of the night as I was walking toward my apartment a bus splashed me from head to toe.
I really wish I could spend tomorrow curled up on the couch reading a book with the cats sleeping on my legs.
Aw, aurelia, sorry for your awful day.
I hope you could spend tomorrow with the cat, the couch and the book too.
And wtf with the dude, seriously.
No such luck. I'll be sitting next to fart boy.