Bosom Exposure (or I can't blame this entirely on Zack and Portia)
Yes. That's the name of our poser German Punk band. Bosom Exposure. I
can't believe three crazy people in a tree come up with this stuff.
And yes, all three of us were up, climbing in the same tree this afternoon. How do I meet these people?
These people are so much fun.
Cover art, fake songs and lyrics are all in the works. Portia and I are doing the translations. I suppose I'll end up either keyboard or lead vocals (which they offered me.) I think the point is to be as ridiculous and yet hard rock as possible. Ah, the joy of satire.
I woke up at 11:50 this morning, cursed because I was supposed to be at Zack's house to pick him up in 10 minutes, and hauled my unwilling and exhausted body into the shower. I was up until around 6 or 7 due to insomnia and making it worse by reading a rather horrific murder story, which induced irrational paranoia. Not a smart Nina cookie when I lack sleep.
I finally got over to Zack's house, traded a bunch of his angsty German cds for one gloomy indy cd of mine for burning, and sped over to Lake Anne to meet Portia at the coffeehouse. We had lunch at a comfy coffeehouse there, drinking tea and shooting the breeze, and then wandering out into the plaza to a dusty little used bookstore. We lost hours to it.
The hours were lost finding this fabulous comedic poster, suggesting America was suffering from literary abuse, and how to keep your children from becoming too bookish. We had to have it, and the girl working there let us go to Kinko's and back to make our own copies. The little quest was fun, driving around. blasting showtunes, and having Portia draw a seal on my hand with her pen, assuring I was "USDA Approved."
After returning the poster and reading funny excerpts from some books with Portia settling on an outdated Miss Manner's advice book that was hilarious, we left and Zack and Portia proceeded to romp in the fountain. I was lost surrounded by the tame Canadian geese down by the water. I mean, they came within 1 foot of me. We plotted then to return, have a tea party at the coffeehouse, and take an inflatable raft and go out onto the lake. I'm all for more adventures.
After that we went to a playground and continued to play, swinging on this unusual metal swing and at one point all climbing up this one tree, and thus our band's name was formed. Because Zack said that if I fell my bosom could cushion my landing. Our band name is thanks to the fact I have breasts. Ladies everywhere rejoice.
And yes, all three of us were up, climbing in the same tree this afternoon. How do I meet these people?
These people are so much fun.
Cover art, fake songs and lyrics are all in the works. Portia and I are doing the translations. I suppose I'll end up either keyboard or lead vocals (which they offered me.) I think the point is to be as ridiculous and yet hard rock as possible. Ah, the joy of satire.
I woke up at 11:50 this morning, cursed because I was supposed to be at Zack's house to pick him up in 10 minutes, and hauled my unwilling and exhausted body into the shower. I was up until around 6 or 7 due to insomnia and making it worse by reading a rather horrific murder story, which induced irrational paranoia. Not a smart Nina cookie when I lack sleep.
I finally got over to Zack's house, traded a bunch of his angsty German cds for one gloomy indy cd of mine for burning, and sped over to Lake Anne to meet Portia at the coffeehouse. We had lunch at a comfy coffeehouse there, drinking tea and shooting the breeze, and then wandering out into the plaza to a dusty little used bookstore. We lost hours to it.
The hours were lost finding this fabulous comedic poster, suggesting America was suffering from literary abuse, and how to keep your children from becoming too bookish. We had to have it, and the girl working there let us go to Kinko's and back to make our own copies. The little quest was fun, driving around. blasting showtunes, and having Portia draw a seal on my hand with her pen, assuring I was "USDA Approved."
After returning the poster and reading funny excerpts from some books with Portia settling on an outdated Miss Manner's advice book that was hilarious, we left and Zack and Portia proceeded to romp in the fountain. I was lost surrounded by the tame Canadian geese down by the water. I mean, they came within 1 foot of me. We plotted then to return, have a tea party at the coffeehouse, and take an inflatable raft and go out onto the lake. I'm all for more adventures.
After that we went to a playground and continued to play, swinging on this unusual metal swing and at one point all climbing up this one tree, and thus our band's name was formed. Because Zack said that if I fell my bosom could cushion my landing. Our band name is thanks to the fact I have breasts. Ladies everywhere rejoice.