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mmmmmmm, triceps.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
mmmmmmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmm.

I was four (4) inches from touching his right tricep too. I got me an elbow. (And wow, 100 people can touch one guy at once if they're really determined. Although, I spent a few seconds thinking "I'd feel like a total dork" before I lunged to cop a feel. I'd already spent 3 hours protecting my front row real estate, doing crossword puzzles with security, would it really count as sinking any lower?)

My vintage dress caused fangirl715 to compare me to Holly Golightly. Moi? Bear any resemblance to Audrey Hepburn beyond "pale female"? Go me!

Not that this didn't stop me from being Mean and Heavy in the pit. Knowing how to brace myself allowed me to loosen my death grip on the barrier long enough to do shadow puppets against the scrim. (We were too close to appreciate the projection.) Last time I was in the pit I barely made it four songs. I made it to the end. So did my dress. Rarr!

Mmmmmm. Triceps.

It's been more than a decade: I'd still lick nutella off his arms if the opportunity presented himself, but I'd prefer tequila body shots. In either case, I'd definitely have to join the fan club afterwards.

I might just anyway. Even though we didn't get a soundcheck, much less a meet'n'greet, it was fun to hang out with the Spiral-ies, and recognize most of the bodies crushed up against me in the pit.

Met up with ADH and Xerthok and completely misunderstood Yerrik's directions to a late night diner, but, we'd have never seen all the "Welcome Midget Madness" signs. I can't spend an hour having 99% NIN discussions without thinking of how much I love paat.

Have I mentioned Trent's Triceps yet? Totally need an icon of his triceps. I imagine there's some 9347569346573465 pre-made to chose from.

Made good time getting home, except for an oil change that took two hours, which kept me from getting both a decent outdoor run and open porch goodness in before dusk.

To sum up, Triceps.

reznor therapy

mmmmmmm, triceps.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
mmmmmmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmm.

I was four (4) inches from touching his right tricep too. I got me an elbow. (And wow, 100 people can touch one guy at once if they're really determined. Although, I spent a few seconds thinking "I'd feel like a total dork" before I lunged to cop a feel. I'd already spent 3 hours protecting my front row real estate, doing crossword puzzles with security, would it really count as sinking any lower?)

My vintage dress caused fangirl715 to compare me to Holly Golightly. Moi? Bear any resemblance to Audrey Hepburn beyond "pale female"? Go me!

Not that this didn't stop me from being Mean and Heavy in the pit. Knowing how to brace myself allowed me to loosen my death grip on the barrier long enough to do shadow puppets against the scrim. (We were too close to appreciate the projection.) Last time I was in the pit I barely made it four songs. I made it to the end. So did my dress. Rarr!

Mmmmmm. Triceps.

It's been more than a decade: I'd still lick nutella off his arms if the opportunity presented himself, but I'd prefer tequila body shots. In either case, I'd definitely have to join the fan club afterwards.

I might just anyway. Even though we didn't get a soundcheck, much less a meet'n'greet, it was fun to hang out with the Spiral-ies, and recognize most of the bodies crushed up against me in the pit.

Met up with ADH and Xerthok and completely misunderstood Yerrik's directions to a late night diner, but, we'd have never seen all the "Welcome Midget Madness" signs. I can't spend an hour having 99% NIN discussions without thinking of how much I love paat.

Have I mentioned Trent's Triceps yet? Totally need an icon of his triceps. I imagine there's some 9347569346573465 pre-made to chose from.

Made good time getting home, except for an oil change that took two hours, which kept me from getting both a decent outdoor run and open porch goodness in before dusk.

To sum up, Triceps.