Ah, but that promise is your own opinion, and you seem to be self-deprecating in your approach. *pokes merrily on the noggin*
*does happy dance* You think my writing is actually decent? That means a lot... (Thinking: Huzzah! I am not in reality a complete and total loser!)
You're completely welcome to every kind word you've received. No need for thanks, but I appreciate it all the same. n_n
And yes, I quite like Placebo (as do my bandmates - er, bandmistresses - oh, whatever!)... but not so much as to interfere with my frothing rabid obsessions with AFI and HIM. I mean, come on. Davey Havok and Ville Valo. Enough said. Then you add both's lyrical and melodic compositions, what with their depth and - in my case, anyway - utter relateability (is that a word?), AND their music's total headbanging, rock-out potential... Shall I go on? I can. For hours, I've been told. n_~
I'm grinning like a loon due to your last sentence. I've earned your respect! This calls for - I dunno - the smashing of champagne bottles against the hulls of metaphorical ships, or the dropping of some structurally massive object with lights all over it, and definitely a mad fit of squeeing on my part.
Squeefully, ~Solar
PS. Glad to hear you like The Magnetic Fields. I've had 'When My Boy Walks Down The Street' stuck in my head since I first read your comment above. ...Butterflies turn into people when my boy walks down the street; maybe he should be illegal, he just makes life too complete...
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*faints from giddiness*
Date: 2006-04-25 05:12 am (UTC)*does happy dance* You think my writing is actually decent? That means a lot... (Thinking: Huzzah! I am not in reality a complete and total loser!)
You're completely welcome to every kind word you've received. No need for thanks, but I appreciate it all the same. n_n
And yes, I quite like Placebo (as do my bandmates - er, bandmistresses - oh, whatever!)... but not so much as to interfere with my frothing rabid obsessions with AFI and HIM. I mean, come on. Davey Havok and Ville Valo. Enough said. Then you add both's lyrical and melodic compositions, what with their depth and - in my case, anyway - utter relateability (is that a word?), AND their music's total headbanging, rock-out potential... Shall I go on? I can. For hours, I've been told. n_~
I'm grinning like a loon due to your last sentence. I've earned your respect! This calls for - I dunno - the smashing of champagne bottles against the hulls of metaphorical ships, or the dropping of some structurally massive object with lights all over it, and definitely a mad fit of squeeing on my part.
Squeefully,
~Solar
PS. Glad to hear you like The Magnetic Fields. I've had 'When My Boy Walks Down The Street' stuck in my head since I first read your comment above. ...Butterflies turn into people when my boy walks down the street; maybe he should be illegal, he just makes life too complete...