My order from Resurrection Records arrived today. Which isn't that bad, since I only made it Thursday last week. It's the new album by Scary Bitches (Creepy Crawlies) and two old ones by L'Âme Immortelle (Wenn der letzte Schatten fällt and Als die Liebe starb). They're ripping to mp3 as I type, and soon I'll listen to them. The Scary Bitches album has a little "Parental Advisory. Explicit Content"-thingy on the front. Maybe I should call mom and tell her, or something.
In something like that vein, or not, I will be 35 years old in a month. On 28th October, that is. 35 is, I feel, an age when one should be quite established and mature and behaving adultly and so on. So, to celebrate my lack of all that, I'd like you people out there to write me, as birthday gifts, Faith/Gabrielle slash. As much and as explicit as possible. Don't bother about it being any good, I just want it to exist.
You've got a month. That should be enough, shouldn't it?