This was on New Year’s Day.

I LOVE hair metal. I saw so many of those guys in the 90's. Every 6 months or so, I declare it’s time for a hair metal resurgence.

I have been in love with him since I was 10—Adam Ant was my first musical crush. I saw him for the very first time when he came to Vancouver a couple of years ago, and I completely burst into tears when he walked out on stage.

Still a Duranie. Seen them 3 times. Going to see Adam Ant next month. <3

This is shaping up to be the YUUUUUUUGEST county fair in American history. Really, just the most luxurious and sensual county fair.

I’ll be 45 next month. I still listen to the stuff I did from 13 to 17—and before and after.

Oh, it’s because my dad, who was a deacon in our church, decided to leave my mom for somebody else. So he’s way less biblical than she is nowadays—that whole thing drove him further away and her just about over the edge.

Lord knows I’ve been gibbering about this orange, squamous Shoggoth-Elect since November.

So maybe, with any luck—Abusers, in Russia family beats you!

I get it. I have had the same visceral reaction to Mick Jagger since I was a small kid. He still creeps me out to this day, and I have problems listening to his music because of it.

They converted to Fundamentalist Baptist when I was 12, and being the precocious kid I was, I actually ended up reading through the entire Bible. Twice.

Unfortunately, I don’t think it would do any good.

“URINE FIRED!”

Thanks for this! Going on my Goodreads list right now.

When I’m cranky, this is the argument I throw at my bible-loving divorced parents.

For this one, and the post about the upcoming “sensual” inauguration: