well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine…

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Currently listening to: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out – The Smiths

Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
And they’re young and alive
Driving in your car
I never, never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one
Anymore

Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.

I’m unsure as to what I’m supposed to ask in this “interview” with others?
But here’s the excerpt of our convo.

Jules and I.

Her: Hugs.  You seem sad in your posts.
Me: tbh, lol i don’t know what i am…

Sends her a provocative snap.

Her: I hope that’s not a pic of your hand
Me: yup, it was
Her: lol yup, you’re more cray than ktown

She is one of my favorite people in the world.  I share quite a bit with her about my life, not everything, but enough to make her blush.  Now she’s living vicariously through me, when before it was the other way around.