Divisions and Precisions

Wow, if it weren't for

Wow, if it weren't for my friends, I wouldn't have any content at all here just lately, would I?

Fate's musical brain is hurting her tonight. My inward soundtrack just jumped (for no reason that I can discern) from "Sincerely" by the McGuire Sisters to "18 and Life" by Skid Row. Help me.
The Seed says "18 and Liiiiiiiiiife to goooooo!"
Fate says "I don't need that sort of help."
The Seed says "Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins pumped gasoline, it kept his motor running, but it never kept him clean. They say he loved adventure, Ricky's the wild one, he married trouble, had a courtship with a gun!"
Fate says "Okay, don't make me kill you. I'm /terrified/ that you had that memorized."
The Seed says "Bang bang! Shot em up, the party never ends, cause you can't think of dying when the bottle's your best friend."
Ruth isn't terrified. Because it involves shooting, and if there are any lyrics Brand has memorized it's songs with 'fucker' and shooting in them.

The sad thing is, she's right.

Posted by Lisa at July 19, 2001 07:55 PM