Yeah that's my baby! |
Greetings! When I first saw a picture of Taylor, I forgot about what's-his-name Grohl. When I first met him, I had no idea who he was except perhaps one of the many freaks that run around San Francisco. You see, a guy walking around in a leather mini and spiked high heels is sort of normal where I come from! We literally bumped into each other on the street! He asked me if I wanted to sneak a peak underneath his skirts. In return, I slapped him silly. Then later on, I ran into him again. He kept insisting that he didn't mean what he had said, but some guys in his band had dared him to do the earlier incident. He wanted to make it up to me and wouldn't stop pestering me until I said yes. To make a long story short, we ended up falling in love. He said that we couldn't tell anyone though because his band was called the Foo Fighters, which as you know, are pretty darn famous! Something about a band that was called Nirvana I think... Our meetings have to been secretive and brief to keep up with both of our schedules. He keeps assuring me that one day we will truly be together forever and the entire world can know that our love affair has been going on for some time. Until then, my real identity has had to remain secret and as far away from the media as possible. At least through the net I can share with others the deep love I have for this man. |