Memo to the general public:
I will marry* the first man who can obtain for me a Guns 'n' Roses “Welcome To The Jungle” doormat.
I'm serious. I will not die happy until I get one of these.
* I have been known to renege on my promises.
When I was seventeen years old, a friend tried to get me into Led Zeppelin.
At the time her reasons were more than a little bit shallow. I guess they were the primary influence of Guns and Roses (I'll take aside a few moments to laugh about this later, don't worry) who were her favorite [...]
Yanked this one from .
The rules:
Put your iTunes (or iPod) on random, then ask it each question out loud before going to the next song. Record what song it jumps to as the answer.
Note: I did not manipulate these answers. iTunes answered randomly.
Question: What do you think of me, iTunes?
Answer: “Reward” [...]
So, it has been brought to my attention that I've had not only bronchitis, but pneumonia twice so far this winter (and don't tell me it's not winter yet. It's Rochester. It's snowing. It's winter).
Pneumonia.
Twice.
And I apparently neglected to realize this because for some reason I didn't put all my symptoms together [...]
Inspired by , my year in review. I'm not 100% positive how she did hers, but I just took the first sentence posted from each month during 2005. Which reveals what I usually find … that I've had a sorta screwy year:
…oh. So THAT'S what you dream when you eat a spicy roll [...]
