is currently listening to Guns N Roses’ “Greatest Hits.”
Specifically, “Sweet Child O’ Mine.”
I contradict myself; I contain multitudes. (Which I suspect offically makes this the first LJ ever to mention the work of Walt Whitman and W. Axl Rose in the same post.)
Where do we go…where do we go…
Dark Matter 
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:30 pm
I wish. I’m doing the “Aimee Mann is so friggin good how come I’m not that good” headbang at the moment…
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:30 pm
I wish. I’m doing the “Aimee Mann is so friggin good how come I’m not that good” headbang at the moment…
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:30 pm
I wish. I’m doing the “Aimee Mann is so friggin good how come I’m not that good” headbang at the moment…
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:30 pm
I wish. I’m doing the “Aimee Mann is so friggin good how come I’m not that good” headbang at the moment…
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:30 pm
I wish. I’m doing the “Aimee Mann is so friggin good how come I’m not that good” headbang at the moment…
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:30 pm
I wish. I’m doing the “Aimee Mann is so friggin good how come I’m not that good” headbang at the moment…
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:30 pm
I wish. I’m doing the “Aimee Mann is so friggin good how come I’m not that good” headbang at the moment…
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:30 pm
I wish. I’m doing the “Aimee Mann is so friggin good how come I’m not that good” headbang at the moment…
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:26 pm
So are you doing the “Axil Sway” at your desk?
;p
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:26 pm
So are you doing the “Axil Sway” at your desk?
;p
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:26 pm
So are you doing the “Axil Sway” at your desk?
;p
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:26 pm
So are you doing the “Axil Sway” at your desk?
;p
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:26 pm
So are you doing the “Axil Sway” at your desk?
;p
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:26 pm
So are you doing the “Axil Sway” at your desk?
;p
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:26 pm
So are you doing the “Axil Sway” at your desk?
;p
December 22nd, 2004 at 4:26 pm
So are you doing the “Axil Sway” at your desk?
;p
December 21st, 2004 at 8:44 pm
HA!
You rock so hard. Thanks for making me snort.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:44 pm
HA!
You rock so hard. Thanks for making me snort.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:44 pm
HA!
You rock so hard. Thanks for making me snort.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:44 pm
HA!
You rock so hard. Thanks for making me snort.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:44 pm
HA!
You rock so hard. Thanks for making me snort.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:44 pm
HA!
You rock so hard. Thanks for making me snort.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:44 pm
HA!
You rock so hard. Thanks for making me snort.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:44 pm
HA!
You rock so hard. Thanks for making me snort.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:41 pm
in the car….
The car is where i keep my trail of CDs.. it takes about a month for a CD to leave, once it has entered. And Lord help it if it gets into heavy rotation!
This weekend, I cleaned out the passenger side door of CDs with Emster. She pulled out The Spaghetti Incident (from which I was on their cover of Hair of the Dog). She raised an eyebrow at that one, but I said, What, they were good! Two days later, we were both lamenting Sheryl Crow’s version of “Sweet Child O Mine”. GnR is universal.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:41 pm
in the car….
The car is where i keep my trail of CDs.. it takes about a month for a CD to leave, once it has entered. And Lord help it if it gets into heavy rotation!
This weekend, I cleaned out the passenger side door of CDs with Emster. She pulled out The Spaghetti Incident (from which I was on their cover of Hair of the Dog). She raised an eyebrow at that one, but I said, What, they were good! Two days later, we were both lamenting Sheryl Crow’s version of “Sweet Child O Mine”. GnR is universal.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:41 pm
in the car….
The car is where i keep my trail of CDs.. it takes about a month for a CD to leave, once it has entered. And Lord help it if it gets into heavy rotation!
This weekend, I cleaned out the passenger side door of CDs with Emster. She pulled out The Spaghetti Incident (from which I was on their cover of Hair of the Dog). She raised an eyebrow at that one, but I said, What, they were good! Two days later, we were both lamenting Sheryl Crow’s version of “Sweet Child O Mine”. GnR is universal.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:41 pm
in the car….
The car is where i keep my trail of CDs.. it takes about a month for a CD to leave, once it has entered. And Lord help it if it gets into heavy rotation!
This weekend, I cleaned out the passenger side door of CDs with Emster. She pulled out The Spaghetti Incident (from which I was on their cover of Hair of the Dog). She raised an eyebrow at that one, but I said, What, they were good! Two days later, we were both lamenting Sheryl Crow’s version of “Sweet Child O Mine”. GnR is universal.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:41 pm
in the car….
The car is where i keep my trail of CDs.. it takes about a month for a CD to leave, once it has entered. And Lord help it if it gets into heavy rotation!
This weekend, I cleaned out the passenger side door of CDs with Emster. She pulled out The Spaghetti Incident (from which I was on their cover of Hair of the Dog). She raised an eyebrow at that one, but I said, What, they were good! Two days later, we were both lamenting Sheryl Crow’s version of “Sweet Child O Mine”. GnR is universal.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:41 pm
in the car….
The car is where i keep my trail of CDs.. it takes about a month for a CD to leave, once it has entered. And Lord help it if it gets into heavy rotation!
This weekend, I cleaned out the passenger side door of CDs with Emster. She pulled out The Spaghetti Incident (from which I was on their cover of Hair of the Dog). She raised an eyebrow at that one, but I said, What, they were good! Two days later, we were both lamenting Sheryl Crow’s version of “Sweet Child O Mine”. GnR is universal.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:41 pm
in the car….
The car is where i keep my trail of CDs.. it takes about a month for a CD to leave, once it has entered. And Lord help it if it gets into heavy rotation!
This weekend, I cleaned out the passenger side door of CDs with Emster. She pulled out The Spaghetti Incident (from which I was on their cover of Hair of the Dog). She raised an eyebrow at that one, but I said, What, they were good! Two days later, we were both lamenting Sheryl Crow’s version of “Sweet Child O Mine”. GnR is universal.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:41 pm
in the car….
The car is where i keep my trail of CDs.. it takes about a month for a CD to leave, once it has entered. And Lord help it if it gets into heavy rotation!
This weekend, I cleaned out the passenger side door of CDs with Emster. She pulled out The Spaghetti Incident (from which I was on their cover of Hair of the Dog). She raised an eyebrow at that one, but I said, What, they were good! Two days later, we were both lamenting Sheryl Crow’s version of “Sweet Child O Mine”. GnR is universal.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:38 pm
Re: Actually,
Cool. Maybe we can drink Schlitz and rage together sometime.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:38 pm
Re: Actually,
Cool. Maybe we can drink Schlitz and rage together sometime.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:38 pm
Re: Actually,
Cool. Maybe we can drink Schlitz and rage together sometime.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:38 pm
Re: Actually,
Cool. Maybe we can drink Schlitz and rage together sometime.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:38 pm
Re: Actually,
Cool. Maybe we can drink Schlitz and rage together sometime.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:38 pm
Re: Actually,
Cool. Maybe we can drink Schlitz and rage together sometime.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:38 pm
Re: Actually,
Cool. Maybe we can drink Schlitz and rage together sometime.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:38 pm
Re: Actually,
Cool. Maybe we can drink Schlitz and rage together sometime.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:28 pm
Actually,
“Rocket Queen” was one of my nicknames at the time. ‘Sall I’m sayin’.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:28 pm
Actually,
“Rocket Queen” was one of my nicknames at the time. ‘Sall I’m sayin’.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:28 pm
Actually,
“Rocket Queen” was one of my nicknames at the time. ‘Sall I’m sayin’.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:28 pm
Actually,
“Rocket Queen” was one of my nicknames at the time. ‘Sall I’m sayin’.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:28 pm
Actually,
“Rocket Queen” was one of my nicknames at the time. ‘Sall I’m sayin’.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:28 pm
Actually,
“Rocket Queen” was one of my nicknames at the time. ‘Sall I’m sayin’.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:28 pm
Actually,
“Rocket Queen” was one of my nicknames at the time. ‘Sall I’m sayin’.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:28 pm
Actually,
“Rocket Queen” was one of my nicknames at the time. ‘Sall I’m sayin’.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:14 pm
I, too, am fond of Appetite for Destruction.
I like “Nightrain” the best; it makes me chortle with glee like the uninitiated suburbanite I am.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:14 pm
I, too, am fond of Appetite for Destruction.
I like “Nightrain” the best; it makes me chortle with glee like the uninitiated suburbanite I am.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:14 pm
I, too, am fond of Appetite for Destruction.
I like “Nightrain” the best; it makes me chortle with glee like the uninitiated suburbanite I am.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:14 pm
I, too, am fond of Appetite for Destruction.
I like “Nightrain” the best; it makes me chortle with glee like the uninitiated suburbanite I am.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:14 pm
I, too, am fond of Appetite for Destruction.
I like “Nightrain” the best; it makes me chortle with glee like the uninitiated suburbanite I am.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:14 pm
I, too, am fond of Appetite for Destruction.
I like “Nightrain” the best; it makes me chortle with glee like the uninitiated suburbanite I am.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:14 pm
I, too, am fond of Appetite for Destruction.
I like “Nightrain” the best; it makes me chortle with glee like the uninitiated suburbanite I am.
December 21st, 2004 at 8:14 pm
I, too, am fond of Appetite for Destruction.
I like “Nightrain” the best; it makes me chortle with glee like the uninitiated suburbanite I am.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:55 pm
bwahahahahaha!!!!
December 21st, 2004 at 7:55 pm
bwahahahahaha!!!!
December 21st, 2004 at 7:55 pm
bwahahahahaha!!!!
December 21st, 2004 at 7:55 pm
bwahahahahaha!!!!
December 21st, 2004 at 7:55 pm
bwahahahahaha!!!!
December 21st, 2004 at 7:55 pm
bwahahahahaha!!!!
December 21st, 2004 at 7:55 pm
bwahahahahaha!!!!
December 21st, 2004 at 7:55 pm
bwahahahahaha!!!!
December 21st, 2004 at 7:51 pm
You’ll hardly know who I am or what I mean.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:51 pm
You’ll hardly know who I am or what I mean.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:51 pm
You’ll hardly know who I am or what I mean.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:51 pm
You’ll hardly know who I am or what I mean.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:51 pm
You’ll hardly know who I am or what I mean.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:51 pm
You’ll hardly know who I am or what I mean.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:51 pm
You’ll hardly know who I am or what I mean.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:51 pm
You’ll hardly know who I am or what I mean.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:49 pm
You are so going to hell.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:49 pm
You are so going to hell.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:49 pm
You are so going to hell.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:49 pm
You are so going to hell.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:49 pm
You are so going to hell.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:49 pm
You are so going to hell.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:49 pm
You are so going to hell.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:49 pm
You are so going to hell.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:48 pm
Where do we go…where do we go…
She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
Where do we go now
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Where do we go
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
December 21st, 2004 at 7:48 pm
Where do we go…where do we go…
She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
Where do we go now
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Where do we go
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
December 21st, 2004 at 7:48 pm
Where do we go…where do we go…
She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
Where do we go now
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Where do we go
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
December 21st, 2004 at 7:48 pm
Where do we go…where do we go…
She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
Where do we go now
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Where do we go
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
December 21st, 2004 at 7:48 pm
Where do we go…where do we go…
She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
Where do we go now
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Where do we go
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
December 21st, 2004 at 7:48 pm
Where do we go…where do we go…
She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
Where do we go now
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Where do we go
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
December 21st, 2004 at 7:48 pm
Where do we go…where do we go…
She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
Where do we go now
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Where do we go
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
December 21st, 2004 at 7:48 pm
Where do we go…where do we go…
She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
Where do we go now
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Where do we go
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain!
Sweet child o’ mine
December 21st, 2004 at 7:42 pm
I’m picturing you rockin’ out to “Mr. Brownstone.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:42 pm
I’m picturing you rockin’ out to “Mr. Brownstone.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:42 pm
I’m picturing you rockin’ out to “Mr. Brownstone.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:42 pm
I’m picturing you rockin’ out to “Mr. Brownstone.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:42 pm
I’m picturing you rockin’ out to “Mr. Brownstone.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:42 pm
I’m picturing you rockin’ out to “Mr. Brownstone.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:42 pm
I’m picturing you rockin’ out to “Mr. Brownstone.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:42 pm
I’m picturing you rockin’ out to “Mr. Brownstone.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:41 pm
I second that one. Plus “Appetite for Destruction” kind of was the soundtrack of my first semester at college. Can’t help but be nostalgic about it.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:41 pm
I second that one. Plus “Appetite for Destruction” kind of was the soundtrack of my first semester at college. Can’t help but be nostalgic about it.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:41 pm
I second that one. Plus “Appetite for Destruction” kind of was the soundtrack of my first semester at college. Can’t help but be nostalgic about it.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:41 pm
I second that one. Plus “Appetite for Destruction” kind of was the soundtrack of my first semester at college. Can’t help but be nostalgic about it.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:41 pm
I second that one. Plus “Appetite for Destruction” kind of was the soundtrack of my first semester at college. Can’t help but be nostalgic about it.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:41 pm
I second that one. Plus “Appetite for Destruction” kind of was the soundtrack of my first semester at college. Can’t help but be nostalgic about it.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:41 pm
I second that one. Plus “Appetite for Destruction” kind of was the soundtrack of my first semester at college. Can’t help but be nostalgic about it.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:41 pm
I second that one. Plus “Appetite for Destruction” kind of was the soundtrack of my first semester at college. Can’t help but be nostalgic about it.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:28 pm
Yup.
I really, REALLY hated Axl’s craptastic attitudes and beliefs (vis a vis “A Million To One”), but there’s something about the band itself I can’t help but enjoy.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:28 pm
Yup.
I really, REALLY hated Axl’s craptastic attitudes and beliefs (vis a vis “A Million To One”), but there’s something about the band itself I can’t help but enjoy.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:28 pm
Yup.
I really, REALLY hated Axl’s craptastic attitudes and beliefs (vis a vis “A Million To One”), but there’s something about the band itself I can’t help but enjoy.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:28 pm
Yup.
I really, REALLY hated Axl’s craptastic attitudes and beliefs (vis a vis “A Million To One”), but there’s something about the band itself I can’t help but enjoy.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:28 pm
Yup.
I really, REALLY hated Axl’s craptastic attitudes and beliefs (vis a vis “A Million To One”), but there’s something about the band itself I can’t help but enjoy.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:28 pm
Yup.
I really, REALLY hated Axl’s craptastic attitudes and beliefs (vis a vis “A Million To One”), but there’s something about the band itself I can’t help but enjoy.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:28 pm
Yup.
I really, REALLY hated Axl’s craptastic attitudes and beliefs (vis a vis “A Million To One”), but there’s something about the band itself I can’t help but enjoy.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:28 pm
Yup.
I really, REALLY hated Axl’s craptastic attitudes and beliefs (vis a vis “A Million To One”), but there’s something about the band itself I can’t help but enjoy.
December 21st, 2004 at 7:24 pm
You know what you said to me about metallica not to long ago…
Anyway, i’ll say it now too you about guns’n’roses. I think it paraphrases down to…
“yeah, sometimes they suck generally but they were/are good to listen to.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:24 pm
You know what you said to me about metallica not to long ago…
Anyway, i’ll say it now too you about guns’n’roses. I think it paraphrases down to…
“yeah, sometimes they suck generally but they were/are good to listen to.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:24 pm
You know what you said to me about metallica not to long ago…
Anyway, i’ll say it now too you about guns’n’roses. I think it paraphrases down to…
“yeah, sometimes they suck generally but they were/are good to listen to.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:24 pm
You know what you said to me about metallica not to long ago…
Anyway, i’ll say it now too you about guns’n’roses. I think it paraphrases down to…
“yeah, sometimes they suck generally but they were/are good to listen to.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:24 pm
You know what you said to me about metallica not to long ago…
Anyway, i’ll say it now too you about guns’n’roses. I think it paraphrases down to…
“yeah, sometimes they suck generally but they were/are good to listen to.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:24 pm
You know what you said to me about metallica not to long ago…
Anyway, i’ll say it now too you about guns’n’roses. I think it paraphrases down to…
“yeah, sometimes they suck generally but they were/are good to listen to.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:24 pm
You know what you said to me about metallica not to long ago…
Anyway, i’ll say it now too you about guns’n’roses. I think it paraphrases down to…
“yeah, sometimes they suck generally but they were/are good to listen to.”
December 21st, 2004 at 7:24 pm
You know what you said to me about metallica not to long ago…
Anyway, i’ll say it now too you about guns’n’roses. I think it paraphrases down to…
“yeah, sometimes they suck generally but they were/are good to listen to.”