The effects of grunge, or, you make me feel like a natural woman

You know where I'd love to be when the world ends, Ryan.

Thanks to the glam reality show, I've been feeding my face with grunge music. A friend and I sound tripped on Plush a week ago, and we went crazy. Biting our lips to every rhythm of this guh-lorious anthem, gamers were screaming in the corner of the room to some lame-ass computer game someone downloaded. Suggestive to the core.

Ryan last night was a god. I was wearing the most ridiculous smile on my face in the history of my life like I was a groupie and got lucky.