I will say that I love my job though. I can look up porn on my phone all day.
Haha you’ve given me weird names! I don’t know anyone named Harrison, but there is a Harrison street in Kokomo that my friend Dave used to live on, so when I think of this street, I think of Dave.
I FUCKING HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE SPELL MICHAEL “MICHEAL.” You’ve literally spelled your own name wrong. Micheal. Micheal. MICK-EE-ULL. GO FUCKING DIE
Wow how dare you. I will tell you about Corgan, of course.
I was 10 years old. I’m guessing this was 1995. My mom was one of those religious “omg no don’t watch MTV it’s of the devil!!!” types, but she was also extremely clueless as to what was actually going on across the TV screen. So anyway. I flipped on MTV and the SP video for “Tonight, Tonight” was playing. Come to think of it, this had to be 1996. Okay so I was still 10. Anyway. There he was, in all of his palefaced, shimmering glory, singing to me. I fell in love on the spot. I remember having to learn everything about the man I’d just seen on the screen, that voice I’d never heard anyone come close to having in all my life - so back then there wasn’t internet yet. I went to the local library (just at the edge of my neighborhood) and dug up as many issues of Rolling Stone as I could - there they were, the Pumpkins gracing the cover of a recent issue. They’d just put out Mellon Collie a few months ago, and they were huge. I devoured all the literature on this band that I could and became obsessed. Over the years, reading and watching everything I could, I felt like i’d really grown to know them.
So yeah. Still in love with Billy.
Hahaha. Ricky’s step-grandpa is named Jerry. He constantly babbles about work (he’s retired) and when Ricky will say something about work, Jerry will go “only six days this week? Boy I worked seven days a week for twenty years blah blaH BLAH BLAH BLAH” and Ricky gets all pissed
Henry is such a beautiful name, but I don’t know anybody named this, except for Colin Meloy’s son.
Haha. Well, you’re the only person I know named Prahnee! I do remember when I first discovered you. I would see your name on Fe’s Myspace a lot. One day I was randomly stalking her comments, and I saw you had posted a comment that said “8 weeks.” I thought, “8 weeks? Pregnant? I AM ALSO 8 WEEKS PREGNANT.” Immediately, I had to seek you out. I think I was really only 6 weeks, though, because my “real” due date was 6/4/10 but I had to have a c-section and that’s why Ericka’s birthday is 5/28. But you delivered naturally on 5/20. Anyways. BUDDIES