Warning: adult language, wine trigger links — and sex drugs rock and roll
Fuck I did not love those guys. No. Noooooooooooooooo.
But last night I was enjoying some time to myself and I had finished dialling my parents, my parent’s friends, my belle-soeur and my besties, and I finally found myself on Netflix.
Netflix, for some god-damned unknown creepy reason only known to Marc Randolph, Reed Hastings, and most likely Jeff Bezos and Mark Zuckerberg, showed me the 80’s blitz Mötley Crüe movie up on top. I could not resist. I am an 80’s original after all. I fucking lived my life in the 80’s. Well some weird part of it anyway.
So I’m watching this show and I’m like HOLY SHIT MOTLEY CRUE WHOSE MUSIC I NEVER LIKED IS LIKE A METAPHOR FOR MY BRAIN AND THUS for THE ENTIRE FUCKING UNIVERSE
you see how this shit disturbs me
so I am like Nikki Six WTF this guy is crazy sad beautiful and I dated several versions of him, thank god that’s over
and I am like Tommy Lee OMG that is me *
and I am like Mick Mars that guy is who I wanna be **
and I am like Vince Neil duuuuuuuude I want those leopard pants ***
and that is all.
Please don’t watch that show it’s horribly suggestive.
i.e. sex drugs rock and roll.
Footnotes, redigés sans vin:
* er, no, actually
** can’t remember why
*** those do sound good
Note: This post has been sitting (miraculously!) unpublished in my WP drafts folder since March 24th, 01:58 (a.m.). Pisane winem. Spring cleaning in progress — decided it was time to delete it or share it. Sharing won out, today. :))
Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Zone of Emptiness, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎