Earlier this afternoon, I wondered why I don't just listen to a lot of Prince while I work. Or "work." It turns out the answer is, because I literally stop doing anything else to sing along with most of the songs. Oops.
Hee! That is indeed the hazard.
Chicagoistas, don't try going north on the red line.
I was a middle-aged woman who didn't know what chat roulette was until a few minutes ago. The article I hit upon said they saw 11 penises in 30 minutes. 5-8% nasty is very good.
They said it varied by time of day -- she was saying the reporter who went on it got peen on his third hit.
I'm a big fan of I Will Survive. it's a feel good song, and even if you're not a great singer, people are with you on it.
The whole idea makes me clutch my pearls.
eta: err, of chat roulette and singing karaoke both. Though I get why people do the latter, ita no sing.
Well, it looks like my long personal nightmare is over. My sister paid the final bills on my Dad's trust today and I should have the money wired to my account tomorrow.
It looks like it's a few thousand more than I estimated. In any case, it is enough to pay off my grad school loans with a little to spare. And now, I'm no longer at the mercy of my sister's let's-keep-the-majority-in-one-tech-stock plan.
Excellent, megan!
I've never karaoked, but I know I would if I'd had enough to drink. I never want to see chatroulette, though.
That's great megan.
Am watching the premiere of ANTM. It just gets crazier every time.
Sue, I decided to dvr that instead of AI. It sounds like I made the right call.