35 years ago today I got into a massive car accident with a drunk driver.
I was barreling along at 45 mph on a major thoroughfare in my hometown (not too far from the intersection of Monroe and Wendover in Charlotte, NC, for those of you who know where that is) when a guy driving a giant station wagon (this was the 80s after all) just turned left … into nothing. There was no street, no business: nothing. He just turned left. And I T-boned him after only the briefest of braking efforts. That, and a scream of, and I quote, “SHIIIIIIIT.”
I woke up maybe 30 seconds later to find the drunk already out of his car, and our cars turned 45 degrees from their previous positions. (I was blocking Monroe; he was pointed into the flow of traffic. Fortunately, in this pre-airbag and pre-antilock brakes era, I was wearing my seat belt; I emerged with little more than a concussion. (As long time readers know, I am very tall, and my head impacted the sun shade hard enough to break it.) My mother’s 1980 Chevy Citation was totaled.
So, my annual plea. Have fun tonight. But wear your seat belts. Designate a driver. Take people’s keys away even when they’re belligerent about it.
You – and your friends and family – will be glad you did.
My boyfriend hid one of my books in the room and he told me I had one minute to find it or it would be gone forever. I started running around the room, tearing it apart, while he was laughing on the side, screaming “welcome to the hunger games”. I found the book during the 30 seconds bonus round. He thinks we should make this a daily occurrence.
ok so I watched the teaser and I have realised I am not adequately prepared for this comeback. I am having heart palpitations and I keep spontaneously screaming and that was only from a <30 second video …. they all look so good, their outfits are amazing and yoongi wants to hurt me and tae needs to return to his assigned seat and who allowed jungkook to show his forehead and namjoon in those white jeans and Namjoon’s arms and Namjoon’s face and namjoon namswoon papajoon n a m j o o n wow ok bye
(Guess who’s back, back again. Lexa’s back, tell a friend. Finally got around to writing for my boy Stiles Stilinski and I am so happy with how this turned out. Please let me know what you think! It’s not New Year’s where I am yet, but I know it’s already the start of 2017 in other places so Happy New Year’s puddins! Enjoy!)
Happy New Year’s
Was there anything you enjoyed more than sleeping?
Probably not, and everyone knew your number one rule. If Y/N is asleep, do not
wake her unless it’s an emergency!
Stiles always seemed to forget that rule.
It’s the slamming of the front door and the loud
footsteps running up your stairs that wakes you.
You groan because you know who it is.
Stiles comes crashing into your room “Y/N, come on get
up!” he says bouncing up and down on your bed and shaking you by the shoulders.
“Stiles, it’s 9:00am. What are you doing here?”
“Babe, it’s 2:00 in the afternoon! Get up, we’re not
spending New Year’s Eve in bed.”
“Why not?” you sigh.
“Because, I have something planned for us tonight. So
One-hit wonders are usually doomed to an afterlife of being played on listen-while-you-work Lite FM radio stations. Stations where only the most breezy, inoffensive, and unchallenging songs thrive for the next few decades. This can lead to a false perception: that the artists are themselves safe and unchallenging, since our only knowledge of their work is through this one commercial success. Probably the case for some. Not the case for Soft Cell, as evidenced by the album’s first track, “Frustration.” This poppy New Wave album kicks off with a song about a middle-aged, middle-class Average Joe who hates his life and every drop of dullness he represents. He’s a man who wishes he could run off and become a drug addict and fuck everything in sight. It all culminates with the lead singer screaming, “I WANT TO DIE,” over and over for the last 30 seconds of the song.