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10 November 2005 @ 02:16 pm
When you touch me like this...and when you hold me like that...it's so hard to believe, but it's all coming back to me.  
Livejournal, I have a confession to make: I just spent thirty minutes in my car rocking out to a Celine Dion cd that I picked up at a give and take on campus. Naturally, I took but did not give. But really, that's not the embarrasing thing: the embarrasing thing is that I was throwing my head around, making Shatner hands, and singing every word of "It's All Coming Back to Me Now" with impassioned delight, and now I'm sadly yearning for the whale music/Titanic song she did that will forever be associated in my mind with circles of foundation all over Leonardo DiCaprio's face (don't ask). I put the song on repeat. This is all so shameful that I absolutely have to confess it. I am not a rocker, y'all, sadly. I am a closet Celine Dion impersonater just waiting to get out, and tell you that "I Am Your Lady, And You Are My Man" or whatever.

So tell me your little secret, Livejournals. I know you want to.
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lalejandra on November 10th, 2005 07:14 pm (UTC)
I don't have secrets. Everyone knows that I know all the words to "If You Asked Me To" and all the vintage Mariah Carey songs -- I Don't Wanna Cry! Can't Let Go! Someday! Vision of Love! -- and, you know, Bon Jovi. Etc.