Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
One of our writers had an exchange with an editor at Da Capo Press and pimped our names. The editor replied:
I've got a copy of 'Bubblegum is the Naked Truth' right here in my office. Great book, feel free to send the authors my way.
Sweet, glorious pimpage.
::bursts with pride::
My burner has died. If you want to wait until I replace it, I can do it then, or I can just email it a la buffistarawk.
Speaking of which . . . .
So, we're up to Jon B's contribution.
Corwood rocks like a awesome rocker.
Thanks - no rush. also? if I manage to see you this weekend I could take any burns you have and mail them out for you, busy daddies don't need to deal with the post office.
if I manage to see you this weekend I could take any burns you have and mail them out for you, busy daddies don't need to deal with the post office.
Sweeeeeet. Also, please change that "if" to a "when."
I'll be in town to visit a quickly failing grandmother and see/support/get support/deal with family.
Ok, "if" it is, then. Gimme a phone call at least. It'll be my birthday, after all.
will do. insent.
I´m in Berlin (whee!) and won´t be home until the end of May, msbelle, but I can send you copies of my mix, Anne´s, Alicia´s, and meara´s when I get back.