Music and fans

Well hello as I was saying before Fab rudely interupted me was that I was trying to snap a fan shut. You know, how all the cool karate/geisha/undercover agents with a fan as their weapon of their choice with poison *SLASH* bladed tipped. Yes you have found out my secret dreams to be a cool karate/undercover agent. Not so much the geisha. I have honed many skills over the holidays two of them being able to arch a single eyebrow the other to wiggle my ears. Now i can cross both of them off my list of life aspirations. I am typing on Fab's laptop and I am not finding it as hard as Booya (or she who must not be named... VOLDERETTE!!!!) It is also giving me time to admire my purple painted nails which are quite lovely even if I say so myself. I am also drinking my milkshake which is in a mug far far away from the computer so that if I undergo my transformation from normal girl to clutzy walking disaster (a process that imitates the hulk) it will not eplode the laptop much like the hiroshima nucleur bomb. The topic is music, I like music with a good beat, good lyrics and a good tune. In that order. I like most types of music, I am not that fussy. I don't like hard-metal-screaming-into-mic-rock although I am always ready to be suprised.

well thats me signing off

fernomina

Funfact 109: Boo and fabare dancing on the balcony

Funfact 69: FAB'S COMPUTER WON'T TURNTHIS BLACK

DAMN