Okay, so I'm waiting on meds to kick in - which means, it'll be about an hour. Seriously, lap-band prevents anything that isn't liquid from hitting your stomach until it's ready. Which, good thing for food. Bad thing for meds.
Let's talk about the talk of the talk. I've been getting emails and reading tmz like crazy. No not for Britney news (yea, she's fucking psycho). But for news that brings a smile to almost every chick my age.
The New Kids On The Block reunion.
Oh c'mon - you know you loved them. Embrace your inner child. Seriously, has it BEEN 20 years?
My room was covered in posters, I saw them twice in concert, and I still have a t-shirt as most of you have seen in the pictures. I owned all the tapes (yes, tapes - not cds). But I didn't own "Face the music" I had pretty much grown out of them by that point and had moved on to....yes, Dr Dre & Snoop Dogg. I went from The Monkees to NKOTB to Dre. Thus is the life of a teenager.
Joey was my favorite. Still is. I own a cd of his solo work. "Meet Joe Mac" - yes, corny, I care not.
If they get back together, I'm there. Wearing my "I'll be lovin' you (forever)" shirt. And maybe I can find my big Joe button. Who knows? I'm 28 years old and it's past the point where I worried about how stupid I look. Life is too short.
No matter how many grey hairs I have, how much work - life - guys have put stress on me. I still have a chubby 8 year old girl inside me. Who still loves NKOTB.
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