This latest Facebook questionnaire asks you to name the top ten records of your teen years. This one sparked more than a few, shall we say, enthusiastic discussions among my social network. There were some near-Unfriending incidents. Granted, mine is a particularly musically-charged gang of misfits. Dear friends absolutely demolish each other over hot button issues such as whether or not Billy Squire got robbed. (Update: Don't @ me.)
Yesterday, your outpouring of well-wishes
for my 46th trip around the sun? Astonishing it is anew, how did I cross
paths with so many rare and wonderful people? Plus my husband Joe Kowalski ?
Honestly guys? That's why I'm making a video blog about him-- because
he's somethin' else, man, and I have the best seat in the house and I
just wanna share that with you. Plus family, which I'm more grateful for
as the years go by …
This one's for my girlfriends and all the 80s kids, my big-haired comrades-in-legwarmers, a delightfully shrill roving army on rollerskates. We wore neon and spandex and acid-washed baggy designer jeans, and we launched the careers of our Tiger Beat Star boyfriends. Oh yes, Rick Springfield, you're nothing without us! Same for you, Johnny Depp. You're welcome, John Stamos. And all of these dreamboats whose faces wallpapered our bedro…
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