A thousand bees could sting me dead
A giant robot could stomp my head
Let it happen; it’s fine with me
Jordan Knight kissed my cheek
Is it weird to say ‘thank you’ when that happens? I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think my brain was too busy processing the touch of my man’s lips (and the brush of his stubble) to filter whatever was coming out of my mouth. Oh well, I’m a dork, and I doubt that’s about to change anytime soon.
Last night’s concert in Fort Lauderdale was too much fun. Loved it.