I swore I would love you till the end of time

Oh, holy fuck! I haven't listened to this album in decades. Remember that spoken bit at the beginning of You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth? "Will you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?" Oh, oh, oh, OH!

Bat Out Of Hell, more than anything else, was the soundtrack of my teen years. You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth was the theme song for my first kiss-with-tongues. (Hi Susie!). Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad was the theme song for my first break-up (bye, Susie...) All Revved Up With No Place To Go was my permanent state of mind. I used to play it over and over on my crappy little portable record player in my little messy room at boarding school, boiling with frustration, howling at the moon out of the window with pent-up wildness and sexuality and lust for life and adventure.

You know what? Yes, it's cheesy, it's overblown, but still - it's lost nothing of its power and passion in the twenty-five years I've been doing other stuff. Look at me, Ma, I'm fifteen!

...no, there's nothing much happening in my life today, why do you ask?

*grin*

Elbow still fucked, ho-hum. Spike ate my permanent marker that I use for writing on DVDs with. It's something I would have expected from Squish, but it's not like the collie... I put it down to frustration, since my ball-throwing arm is nowhere near up to scratch and there's no way I can cope with them both off-leash one-handed. What annoys me is that I spent twenty minutes on my knees on the floor hunting for the damn marker - plastic objects can't be left safely on the floor with the Squish about - but I couldn't see it anywhere. My dog is smarter than I am - like that's news.

Was also amused and a little bemused to find some lamer I don't know from Adam attempting to troll my tits on TrekBBS. OH NOES HE DUN' LIKE MY TITS I'MA GONNA BECOME A NUN NOW AN' NEVER POST THE BAD NUDIE PICS AGAIN.

I swore I would love you till the end of time

Oh, holy fuck! I haven't listened to this album in decades. Remember that spoken bit at the beginning of You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth? "Will you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?" Oh, oh, oh, OH!

Bat Out Of Hell, more than anything else, was the soundtrack of my teen years. You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth was the theme song for my first kiss-with-tongues. (Hi Susie!). Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad was the theme song for my first break-up (bye, Susie...) All Revved Up With No Place To Go was my permanent state of mind. I used to play it over and over on my crappy little portable record player in my little messy room at boarding school, boiling with frustration, howling at the moon out of the window with pent-up wildness and sexuality and lust for life and adventure.

You know what? Yes, it's cheesy, it's overblown, but still - it's lost nothing of its power and passion in the twenty-five years I've been doing other stuff. Look at me, Ma, I'm fifteen!

...no, there's nothing much happening in my life today, why do you ask?

*grin*

Elbow still fucked, ho-hum. Spike ate my permanent marker that I use for writing on DVDs with. It's something I would have expected from Squish, but it's not like the collie... I put it down to frustration, since my ball-throwing arm is nowhere near up to scratch and there's no way I can cope with them both off-leash one-handed. What annoys me is that I spent twenty minutes on my knees on the floor hunting for the damn marker - plastic objects can't be left safely on the floor with the Squish about - but I couldn't see it anywhere. My dog is smarter than I am - like that's news.

Was also amused and a little bemused to find some lamer I don't know from Adam attempting to troll my tits on TrekBBS. OH NOES HE DUN' LIKE MY TITS I'MA GONNA BECOME A NUN NOW AN' NEVER POST THE BAD NUDIE PICS AGAIN.