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12 July 2011
Guilty pleasure confession:→[More:]
After watching this video, I wish quite dearly to be Stevie Nicks in the 1970's, just so I could date Lindsay Buckingham, just so he would look at me like that in 1997 while I sang Silver Springs staring him straight in the eye.
What is your guilty pleasure confession for the day?
At the end of our running group tonight when we were doing our stretches and Richard, our trainer, stretched his arms up, his t-shirt rode up and a fair number of us ladies sighed at the sight of his toned, flat stomach and the waistband of his Calvins. He's not hunky, in fact he looks sort of like Fido Dido, but we all adore him.
I hadn't paid any attention to the Casey Anthony case, but last week after the verdict I spent two days entirely immersed in every bit of minutia about the case. Mostly I watched the raw footage of police interviews with all Casey's friends and family on youtube.
I could not stop. I stayed up late and was exhausted for two days. I feel kinda dirty, but if I thought there was something I missed I'd be up late again tonight.
Taking naps after I meditate. (I have a miserable time falling asleep and I'm just so relaxed and chill that it's just fucking AWESOME to curl up and snooze for a wee bit.)
2nding B.O.P. Fuck guilt. Enjoy what you wanna enjoy. (And I doubt you *really* wish you were Stevie Nicks, what with the drugs and how fucked up everything got very soon after.)
msali: There's an impressive amount of eye-fuckery going on in that video. And yes, so much passion.
bearwife: I'm a little sad that you think that the "In Death" series is "trash." There are a lot of interesting concepts about what the near-future could be like (professional mothering? Which probably came about as a result of the Urban Wars?) and thanks to reading almost all of them, I know to never speak to a police detective without a damn good attorney with me.
I inevitably find myself poring through Wikipedia pages about minor British royals and European aristocratic intermarriages.
Also, I love, love, LOVE bad disco. I've told this many times, but knew the boy loved me when he put a track from the Ethel Merman Disco Album on his first mix cd. (He's a garage punk drummer.)
Don't get me wrong, TrishaLynn, I LOVE those books, in both written and audible form, and the sci fi slant is definitely part of it. As I used to be a prosector, I also love all the crime stuff (and fyi, no good attorney would ever let you say a single word to any police officer except courtesies like "I understand, thank you, Office.") I think Roberts can write, I'm just not willing to claim a ton of literary merit for her output or my dedicated reading of it.
I love Britney Spears' Toxic (the song, not so much the video).
My love for the In Death JD Robb series, and a lot of other Nora Roberts trash too.
Until meeting my wife, I had never heard either name. My wife and her mother have an ungodly collection of Nora Roberts and similar authors. I have stayed away, for fear I might get trapped and never escape. And why in the world do you have a pen name if you're just going to put your real name on the cover, too? You're fooling no one!
I really like how this particular cat has bonded so tightly with me. Just jumping up on the bed when I am on it is enough for her to start purring. Once the kids move, I can make this place quite a bit more cat friendly.
I have declared that I have lost the war on humidity and have checked out every decent looking graphic novel from the librayr and have lay about with the fan on reading them instead of more thoroughly planning my dad's memorial service.
I think I have a crush on Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance. I'm almost 30. I feel that's a little old to have crushes on musicians who appeal to gothy teenagers.
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