I’ve Been Turned
No, not like that. It concerns a matter of much greater import than mere sexuality.
What to Put on Your Chips
For years I’ve clung to the belief that vinegar is the lovejuice of Satan and that it wasn’t getting anywhere near my place on any account. Then N visited a couple of weeks ago, we shared some chips that had been liberally sprinkled and you know what? I liked it.
I liked it, yeah I really liked it I liked it I really, really, really liked it I really liked it I can't believe it.
(For those who aren’t in the know that’s “Johnny Feelgood” by Liz Phair, of course. Um. Perhaps I shouldn’t be using the lyrics from a song about a woman liking it a bit rough when I’m talking about chips.)
In a hole. Stop digging.