This should be interesting. About to watch the first episode of the first season of True Blood - for the first time. Ever. Crazy, huh?
Let’s see if it lives up to the hype. Comments/questions in ask welcome.
This is so weird. I haven’t seen this video since 1982 when it probably last aired on MTV.
As an adult, I remember having this recurring dream as a young child, of watching a thin brunette with a black bodysuit (and in the dream, a red leather belt) running through weird hallways and opening doors, and I felt like I was chasing her. For years, I thought I had this horrible dream of chasing a woman and catching her and killing her.
Last night, out of the depths of nostalgia, I decided to look up this song on YouTube and watch the video for shits n giggles. And all of a sudden it hit me - those nightmares came from seeing this video. And here I was thinking I killed some pretty lady in a past life and was dreaming about it!
I also read somewhere yesterday that children have 3 times as many nightmares as adults between the ages of 3 and 10. I was 6 when this song and video came out.
Mystery solved. Thanks, YouTube.
tommyjarvisx3 asked: Tell me, what has been the hardest thing for you this year? The best?
I think the hardest thing for me this year has been having to disconnect from my family, my dad especially. I’ve been having a hell of a time financially for the last couple of years, and he made me think he was going to help me get a leg up - then he basically threw my son and I to the wolves. He lured me away from my home in RI to NC where he had just relocated, with promises that if I stayed, he would fly my older son down to visit. He never did. I haven’t seen my oldest since April 2010. Meanwhile, my father flew up to MA not once, not twice, but THREE times while I was living with him - to visit one of his girlfriends. But he couldn’t make arrangements for his own grandson. Then he kicked us out, and we ended up living with a woman we barely knew just because it was offered. When that didn’t work out, we almost became homeless. But as a result of all that stress and insanity, I lost my pride and decided to not keep my mouth shut if I needed help. And help came. The best things that have happened to me this year are a direct result of that. We never ended up in a homeless shelter because kind people donated money to us and bought things from my Etsy shop, and my sons had a great Christmas that I would not have been able to provide if it wasn’t for the kind hearted folks who came to our rescue. If it wasn’t for all the good people that have come into my life this year, I would be a bitter jerk with all faith in humanity lost, just because of how my father decided to screw me over.