The Hives = new albumI was thinking the other day about how sad and empty my life was without The Hives around releasing new music and making videos in suits while delighting both my punk rock soul and pop sensibilities. Pelle will forever be my wild S&M fantasy sex partner.
Along with others, of course.
Monogamy makes me shiver in bad ways. Like what happens when people whisper "congealed" in my ear.
The one acts are cast. In case you were wondering, our one act fuckin owns your one act and your one act's mom.
Try saying that three times fast. Bitch.
Procrastination gives me the warm fuzzies, mint tea calms me and my uterus, I now have light bulbs designed specifically for reading, and tomorrow we open the fireplaces. Also, home alone tomorrow? Will cook fish.