This is something I've been wanting to talk about for awhile, and I'm having a really bad craving right now that I want to try and not satisfy. I started smoking cigarettes when I was 13 years old. It's sort of one of those romantic stories, if you consider romance the way I do. ( My life with cigarettes, condensed for time and not edited for your reading pleasure. Don't read this if you are trying to quit or have quit but still deal with urges. )

So, I'm going to see Panic's free show tomorrow down at Copley Square. In the spirit of that, I just wanted to briefly express my respect for Spencer Smith as a human being. It's kind of no secret I've had this huge, raging, lady boner for that man ever since I really got a good look at him (you know what I mean) and he's only gotten hotter as he ( Read more... )

So, last Friday night (sing Katy Perry at me. I DARE you.) I went to the Spring Fever tour at the Tsongas Arena in Lowell, Massachusetts. And I have things to say and stories to tell, so buckle in if you're slightly interested.
( Your mission, should you chose to accept it, is to read my recap on the concert below the cut. Or just answer the question underneath this cut and ignore my spiel entirely. I won't really know what you did so my feelings aren't hurt either way. Lurker love! )