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I have this horrible tension headache that started in my shoulders and neck. I want to listen to crank up some tunes, but my head will not allow it. I'm playing things quietly; it's better than nothing, I guess.
This overwhelming need to write Nine/Rose fic is welling up in me. It's probably because I only have one more episode of the first season to watch, and then no more Nine. ::cries:: I don't care about Ten; Nine/Rose always be my Doctor Who OTP. I know I've been whining about this for days, but I'm crushed.
J. Holiday would be a sexy bastard if he'd just cut off the braids hanging down the back of his neck. I want to take a pair of scissors to them.
The first minute and thirty is fantastic, but he loses me with the I-need-you-like-a-bed-needs-covers bit. Can't we come up with some better analogies? Please?
Also, I don't think anyone can write a feel-good song like The Dream. His albums make me want to get up and dance around the apartment, even with this hideous headache. Unfortunately, I cannot 'rock that shit' properly when my head throbs every time I move it.
Actually, it's questionable whether I could rock that shit on a good day...
The lyrics are bordering on embarrassingly bad, but they are delivered so well and the flow is so dance-able that I can forgive so much.
This overwhelming need to write Nine/Rose fic is welling up in me. It's probably because I only have one more episode of the first season to watch, and then no more Nine. ::cries:: I don't care about Ten; Nine/Rose always be my Doctor Who OTP. I know I've been whining about this for days, but I'm crushed.
J. Holiday would be a sexy bastard if he'd just cut off the braids hanging down the back of his neck. I want to take a pair of scissors to them.
The first minute and thirty is fantastic, but he loses me with the I-need-you-like-a-bed-needs-covers bit. Can't we come up with some better analogies? Please?
Also, I don't think anyone can write a feel-good song like The Dream. His albums make me want to get up and dance around the apartment, even with this hideous headache. Unfortunately, I cannot 'rock that shit' properly when my head throbs every time I move it.
Actually, it's questionable whether I could rock that shit on a good day...
The lyrics are bordering on embarrassingly bad, but they are delivered so well and the flow is so dance-able that I can forgive so much.
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