Back in black, I hit the sack,
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm let loose from the noose,
That's kept me hangin' about
I been livin like a star 'cause it's gettin' me high,
Forget the hearse, 'cause I never die
I got nine lives, cat size
abusing every one of them and running wild
Yeah, every time I dye my hair some other color, I always go back to good old fashioned, goth, Bettie Page black. The kind Elvis and Nick Cave sang about. Makes me look paler, see, and less red-faced. My eyebrows are pretty much naturally black anyway, too. And you can wear all sorts of makeup colors and clothing colors with black or white-blonde hair that don't work so well with red tones. And I destroyed my hair too much trying to get it to be that Jean Harlow/Marilyn Monroe/Debbie Harry blonde. So, voila, black.
I need a vintage Iron Maiden T-shirt. Two, actually. One for me and one for the boy. Gotta love the Maiden, and also, it's the one 80s metal band totally uncontaminated by associations with a certain other jerk from my past. No one can ruin GNR for me, but I like having fresh bands to obsess over.
I am destined never to finish watching City of God. Either I get totally distracted and lose the train of the subtitles, or the damn disc starts skipping on me and I give up and go to sleep. I should send it back to Netflix and complain, shouldn't I? The half of it I watched last night was great though. And speaking of great, get off yr asses and go see V for Vendetta. And agree with me that Natalie Portman is hot with a shaved head.
Finally finished The White Goddess. Head did not explode. So I've got a bigger, thicker book to read now. I should just go back to school and get some sort of credit for this shit instead of just weird looks from customers at work when they ask if I'm reading that for class and I tell them no, I'm just that big a nerd. Perhaps I should teach, too, and then stop ranting feminist theory at my boyfriend, who is nice enough not to tell me to shut up and to occasionally agree with me.
Gotta take a shower now, pack some stuff, eat breakfast, get my car an oil change, pick up Megan and head off to Athens to cheer for the boy. Wish him luck.
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm let loose from the noose,
That's kept me hangin' about
I been livin like a star 'cause it's gettin' me high,
Forget the hearse, 'cause I never die
I got nine lives, cat size
abusing every one of them and running wild
Yeah, every time I dye my hair some other color, I always go back to good old fashioned, goth, Bettie Page black. The kind Elvis and Nick Cave sang about. Makes me look paler, see, and less red-faced. My eyebrows are pretty much naturally black anyway, too. And you can wear all sorts of makeup colors and clothing colors with black or white-blonde hair that don't work so well with red tones. And I destroyed my hair too much trying to get it to be that Jean Harlow/Marilyn Monroe/Debbie Harry blonde. So, voila, black.
I need a vintage Iron Maiden T-shirt. Two, actually. One for me and one for the boy. Gotta love the Maiden, and also, it's the one 80s metal band totally uncontaminated by associations with a certain other jerk from my past. No one can ruin GNR for me, but I like having fresh bands to obsess over.
I am destined never to finish watching City of God. Either I get totally distracted and lose the train of the subtitles, or the damn disc starts skipping on me and I give up and go to sleep. I should send it back to Netflix and complain, shouldn't I? The half of it I watched last night was great though. And speaking of great, get off yr asses and go see V for Vendetta. And agree with me that Natalie Portman is hot with a shaved head.
Finally finished The White Goddess. Head did not explode. So I've got a bigger, thicker book to read now. I should just go back to school and get some sort of credit for this shit instead of just weird looks from customers at work when they ask if I'm reading that for class and I tell them no, I'm just that big a nerd. Perhaps I should teach, too, and then stop ranting feminist theory at my boyfriend, who is nice enough not to tell me to shut up and to occasionally agree with me.
Gotta take a shower now, pack some stuff, eat breakfast, get my car an oil change, pick up Megan and head off to Athens to cheer for the boy. Wish him luck.
scott:
if i still had hair, it would probably be black.