Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
That makes the third copy I've bought.
Okay, you're in the lead. You know I'll send you a free one when you get an even dozen, right?
Actually for three I'm pretty sure I owe you a mix of some kind. Pick a genre, any genre. Also? Send me your address.
I owe some mixes to folks on this board, and I am intending to send them out this weekend. So hang tight. (Kate P. I'm looking at you. Also, I need addresses for Ginger and Katefate if anybody has them handy. )
I have Katefate's addy at home -- I can e-mail it to you later, but you might have to remind me.
I have Katefate's addy at home -- I can e-mail it to you later, but you might have to remind me.
Thank you!
I have Katefate's addy at home -- I can e-mail it to you later, but you might have to remind me.
Thank you!
Don't thank me until I remember to e-mail it to you. When you combine my crap memory with my near-total inability to reply to e-mails, you may not get her address until next December.
Don't thank me until I remember to e-mail it to you.
Too late. May it fester and nag at you until you have completed this task I have laid upon thee.
Hec, I assume profile address is good? I'll email you tonight or tomorrow.
Hec, I assume profile address is good? I'll email you tonight or tomorrow.
Perfect!
Listening to Emmit Rhodes: Listen! Listen! right now.
Listening to Emmit Rhodes: Listen! Listen! right now.
Heh. The music industry owes me a kickback dammit!