Mamacita says:  We’ve got to get out of this trap! Before this… decadence… saps our wills. I’ve got to be strong, und try to… hang on! Or else, my mind may well snap! Und my life… will be lived…  for ze thrills…

I’m listening to the soundtrack from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and it brings back memories of when my boyfriend and I would dress up like Riff Raff and Magenta the Domestic and go to the Saturday night midnight showing at least twice a month, carrying a bag of playing cards, rice, water guns, party hats, feather dusters, toilet paper, toast, and noisemakers. . . .

Yeah, yeah, that was fun.  What I’m actually thinking about is the fact that my domestic’s outfit was a size 5.  Sigh.

*Yes, I know those aren’t the real words.