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Getting in the Mood

What is your "Make Me Feel Sexy" song?
Why are you still reading this? Go listen to it.




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Morgan said…
Can't we read this AND play our "Make Me Feel Sexy" songs at the same time?
I like your blog(s), btw.
Sunday, 23 May 2004 at 20:48:00 GMT-4
Moon_1178 said…
Janet Jackson ~ "If"... Oh, to tantalize those whose affection I have won... ;)
Tuesday, 25 May 2004 at 17:59:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
I was not expecting you to pop up here. I have a whole playlist of them...
Friday, 4 June 2004 at 11:07:00 GMT-4
themindofwilliam said…
Why are you not answering my question?
Saturday, 5 June 2004 at 11:01:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
It depends what kind of sexy I want to feel in the moment. There is clean sexy and dirty sexy.
Saturday, 5 June 2004 at 11:33:00 GMT-4
themindofwilliam said…
So give me one for each kind of sexy...and quit dodging
Sunday, 6 June 2004 at 02:16:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
Figured You Out-Nickalback. You figure out which sexy.
Sunday, 6 June 2004 at 02:20:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
Aren't you bored of this game yet?
Sunday, 6 June 2004 at 02:21:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
And could I spell Nickelback right?!?!?!
Sunday, 6 June 2004 at 02:21:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
73 people got it. Are you one of them?
Sunday, 6 June 2004 at 13:55:00 GMT-4
themindofwilliam said…
What game is that?...and yes, I know which sexy, you can add me to the list
Thursday, 10 June 2004 at 07:55:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
But do you have a "Make Me Feel Sexy"? It is something I am actually quite interested in knowing.
Sunday, 20 June 2004 at 22:05:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
I forgot the word song in there. I feel like a moron...
Sunday, 20 June 2004 at 22:05:00 GMT-4
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