"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
hey everyone.. just popping in.. I should be cleaning my room, at the moment I have NO bed..
And would someone please take RENT away from me?
"All work and no smut makes Cammy lose her edge." ~DG
"Someday I'm going to have a baby and I'm gonna name her L'il Mimi Marquez and I and will sing to her every day and when she's a toddler I will say "L'il Mimi Marquez, clad only in a bubble diaper, will perform her famous play pen handcuff dance to the sounds of breast milk being pumped!" ~Kringas
Hows the unpacking going? I see you have hit the point of delirium..
"All work and no smut makes Cammy lose her edge." ~DG
"Someday I'm going to have a baby and I'm gonna name her L'il Mimi Marquez and I and will sing to her every day and when she's a toddler I will say "L'il Mimi Marquez, clad only in a bubble diaper, will perform her famous play pen handcuff dance to the sounds of breast milk being pumped!" ~Kringas
I'm sorry hun.. I wish I could offer you help.. But you know it will be there tomorrow if you need to go to bed..
"All work and no smut makes Cammy lose her edge." ~DG
"Someday I'm going to have a baby and I'm gonna name her L'il Mimi Marquez and I and will sing to her every day and when she's a toddler I will say "L'il Mimi Marquez, clad only in a bubble diaper, will perform her famous play pen handcuff dance to the sounds of breast milk being pumped!" ~Kringas
Exactly. I definitely will. I want my roommate to come down to help, because then I can know where SHE wants her stuff - I can't do it all alone. Some of this configuration makes no sense, but it was the best I could come up with. boo.
Awwwwe, Emcee... Well, try your best. You might be moving things around for awhile after your roommate gets there, but at least everything'll be out of the boxes, right?
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
First afternoon I bugged and bugged my parents, and we got tickets to Chitty. We went with some friends who by complete coincidence happened to be staying in New York at the exact same time as us. It was really fun, there was a great audience, and everything went off without a hitch. Plus, I now understand every bit of obsession over Raul. On Thursday, we saw RENT. I was most worried about this one, as my parents are more...well, on the conservative side. I needn't have feared. When Angel died, my mom was bawling. After the show ended, and everyone was getting autographs, she dragged me up with her so that she could have an excuse to get her picture taken with Cary Shields. Finally we saw Wicked, which was good, but nothing to obsess over, except for the fact that after the show was over, Mom said, "You know, I think I liked RENT better." *stretches fingers* Well, you asked...