in which we replaced this woman's Maroon 5 with ABBA and REO Speedwagon. let's see if she notices...

what the heck is up with hearing "Dancing Queen" and "Can't Fight This Feeling" over, and OVER, and OVER again, in the last few weeks?

if just an internal thing, pretty clearly related to Boston trippage. but if an externally-wrought message, i have no fricken clue...

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fireworks good. time for bed.

Happy 4th, y'all. *hugs*

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EDIT: so... is there someone out there reading this who wants to try making a match in hell, only to see it become a heavenly blend? *wry grin*

Gandhi, my ass.