13 posts tagged “vox hunt”
I luuuuurve this mug. It's Eco-friendly and it's just plain cool. And it's from Honduras!
Show us the best thing about your home town.
Submitted by 怒涛の鮫.
You know, this doesn't exactly fit the question, but I had been wanting to post this, so here it is:
Pittsburgh Girls
A Pittsburgh girl knows just about as much about football as her guy friends, in some cases, even more. She drinks beer because it tastes good but knows when to be classy and drink something more sophisticated. She owns a Steeler jersey (and NOT a PINK one!) not just because it's cute, but because she supports her team and understands the game. She loves Kennywood and isn't afraid to order cheese fries from the Potato Patch because, let's face it, Pittsburgh girls wear winter coats and scarves more often than bikinis and flip flops.
A Pittsburgh girl loves St. Patrick's Day, even if she's not Irish because green beer is good for the soul.
Pittsburgh girls don't have a funny accent. They just speak a different language. The word yinz is dear to her heart, even if she would never say it herself.
A Pittsburgh girl bleeds black and gold and knows how to have a great time. She's stylish and sweet. She has a great education and loves her friends and family.
A Pittsburgh girl goes to church on Sunday hung over, only to be let out early by the priest because the Steelers kick off at one.
A Pittsburgh girl might not live by the beach, but the Three Rivers are just as good! She has seen all four seasons and has a reason to love and hate each one of them. She's the type of girl you can call late at night and spill your heart out to. She's the type you can take home to Mom and Dad without worrying they won't like her because everyone loves a Pittsburgh girl. If you need a girl to take to the game, she'll be there. If you need a friend to help you out, she's there. If you need a drinking buddy, she'll be there with her IC Light in hand.
So, let your Pittsburgh girl know you love her!
You can take the girl out of Pittsburgh, but you can never take the Pittsburgh out of the girl!
Share your favorite poem.
Momma always asked me why I never went out with nice boys with shiny shoes.
She didn't understand why I liked the ones who looked like Gypsies or rock stars.
The boys who pressed hard against me in the dark, breathing their secrets into me.
I like the boys with hungry eyes that licked me like flames, the boys with tattoos and wild habits.
I liked the boys who drove too fast, racing with the midnight stars, the boys who got me drunk and purred in my ear like stray cats.
I liked the boys with apartments by the railroad tracks, whose steaming locomotive heat devoured me on crumpled sheets.
The boys with guitars and too tight blue jeans.
Momma wanted me to marry a doctor, lawyer, Indian chief, a tepid lukewarm boy with degrees.
She didn't understand I was smoldering inside, an incandescent quiet flame burning in the night.
Dyan Brown
Share a song that makes you laugh.
It's a pre-made question kinda day. Here it is:
Share a song you listened to in 6th grade.
Oh how I loved this song!
"The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire." -- Pamela Hansford Johnson
Show us a self-taken picture of the sunset.
Submitted by Connie.
I love a chance to share this picture.
Show us your favorite gadget at work.
Show us your favorite photo of yourself.
I meant to do this yesterday but I forgot. So this is me, all super tanned (as if I needed it) in Turks and Caicos. It's not the best quality but it's still probably the best picture I've ever taken.
Audio: Share a song that evokes a powerful memory.
Submitted by MalieKai.
We used to have these "parties" every weekend at a friend's house, going especially strong in the fall of '86. They weren't huge parties, we were only 13 through about 16 at the time. Well, that's the time when some of the friends became more than just friends. For a while, everyone just traded each other off and while I was a witness to all of it, I was never a part of it. I was always on the outside looking in. It was strange that I was the youngest, yet always the most responsible one, making sure everything was kept in order and no one got out of line.
This was probably the first time in my life that I realized that I was different than everyone else and that it could be the beginning of a long and lonely time in my life. I sat in a room and listened to this song 23 times in a row, crying and completely inconsolable. While everyone stopped by to see what was wrong, I never could bring myself to tell anyone and I suffered internally. Probably quite the reason my view on relationships had been so skewed until recently. Anyways, here it is. Jon Bon Jovi and crew with the classic power rock ballad, Never Say Goodbye.
Update: Let's not be sad.
I didn't date in high school and I went to dances, but I never got asked to dance. Yeah, sad, but I'm over it. Because Lovey and I have the same corny taste in music, the next song became "our song". One day it came on Sirius as we stood in the kitchen, and it was there that I had my first real dance. I may have shed a tear.
Audio: Share an album in your collection that's a classic from the first to the last cut (no need to use the skip button). Submitted by Cortadito.
I'm sure this won't ring true for everyone, but this isn't about everyone, it's about me. In my sophmore year of high school is when I really started getting into, what was then, the rock scene. I was never any good at being "black". I couldn't dance or sing or any of the other stereotypical things black folks should be able to do. Could've come from living in tiny, suburban, white-bread America. Anywho, I loved me some rock and roll. I give full credit to Brian Lemley, wherever he is, for intoducing me to one of my all time favorites:
