Monday, November 20, 2006

Today Brucey, I'm going to make you work!

Bruce Dickinson is still hot. Metalicious. Wether he be a long-haired minion of Satan in spandex and leather or a clean cut airline pilot.



My birthday was fab. Massages, vegan brunch, booze...good times people, good times.

Put up the old christmas tree. The winter tree as we like to call it. I tell you, I smelt snow this morning. I saw 2 tiny, hard flakes. It's coming. I welcome you winter. Snow and snow. I will frolick in thee.

Now excuse me, I must finish this wine and give Maiden my full attention.

what a useless blog! Just wanted and excuse to put up pictures of the Dickster.
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:44 am

    Run to the hills!
    The happiest I've ever been, when I thought the plot was thickening and would continue to always thicken, was listening to heavy metal as a child.
    Amen.

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  2. godzillabun12:03 pm

    Ya, the good old days. Babysitting at my aunt's house, after the kids are in bed, sitting on the couch with a plastic bowl of potato chips, a Dr. Pepper and The Power Hour on muchmusic. Sweet.

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