Confession Tuesday
I was at the office today so I'm delayed in writing this but I didn't forget. Without further ado; todays confession...
I have a recurring fantasy that I'm ready to share. Relax Pervs. No one said sex fantasy did they?
It's open mic night at the local live music club. I call all my friends and tell them to meet me at this club, knowing full well they're in for a surprise, but not telling them what they are about to see. It's a dark, smoky kind of club, a lizzard lounge for rock and roll. The lights go dim, my name is announced in a plume of machine smoke, there I am. I belt out a few rock tunes , fingers bleed the guitar and my friends are sitting at the table, stunned. Holy shit. She can sing. She's a rock star and no one knew it! I typically indulge this fantasy in my kitchen, wooden spoon in hand, standing on the kitchen table and looking at my reflection in the window.
One more tidbit...
When I'm feeling blue, I go in search of fruit loops cereal. Fruit Loops is like Prozac for me. The Tucan Sam and his colored O's bring me to my happy place.
I have a recurring fantasy that I'm ready to share. Relax Pervs. No one said sex fantasy did they?
It's open mic night at the local live music club. I call all my friends and tell them to meet me at this club, knowing full well they're in for a surprise, but not telling them what they are about to see. It's a dark, smoky kind of club, a lizzard lounge for rock and roll. The lights go dim, my name is announced in a plume of machine smoke, there I am. I belt out a few rock tunes , fingers bleed the guitar and my friends are sitting at the table, stunned. Holy shit. She can sing. She's a rock star and no one knew it! I typically indulge this fantasy in my kitchen, wooden spoon in hand, standing on the kitchen table and looking at my reflection in the window.
One more tidbit...
When I'm feeling blue, I go in search of fruit loops cereal. Fruit Loops is like Prozac for me. The Tucan Sam and his colored O's bring me to my happy place.
posted by Sandi at 8:05 PM
10 Comments:
Wow that sounds just like a dream of mine. Only in my dream I realize halfway through my set that I'm not wearing any pants.
i find this highly amusing..
mostly because i've heard you sing :P
Hell I have a recording of her singing.
Well guess what guys? Laugh all you like but I'll have you know in my fantasy you're both in the front row cheering real real loud.
In fact, Becka actually joins the band and Phil becomes a roady whore
Ohhh does that mean I get to be gang banged by both members of the band?
Oh no... you get 'Lisa' The rockin tranny drummer with the stubble on 'her' chin
Oh is Lisa Turkish too?
Has some recordings of her singing too... from loooong long ago.. I believe the song is Born to be Wild.....
OMG God Becka, Thats like ancient!
crazy i know! i'm a packrat, i keep everything.
the files at least 10 years old. i have to find them!
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