Aggro Femme

God I hope not…

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1. Almost everyone around me is either breaking up or getting married. It’s that time of year. I’m going to be an old cat lady.

2. If you drive a gas-guzzling army tank, DO NOT BITCH about oil prices.

3. Women are dumb.

4. I’m going to post this and I’m not sure why…

5. There was a boy in the bookstore today reading Neruda. Life is (not) complete.

6. I REALLY need to fill my prescription.

7. There’s more to this post but my subconcious ate it.

I re-did the About Aggro Femme page after having stolen this “about me” template thingie from Hunter and filling it out. There are also some links in the links section. I got rid of the friends page and just listed (some of) you people on the About Me thing. So, look at it. And make me happy.

So, new layout type stuff. Yay and thankee Joshie. Mwah.

Yeah, so, never upgrade your website when you can’t concentrate. I’ll fix it later.

*sigh*

So ABC’s coming out with this American Idol-esque show to air during the summertime, and a boy I grew up with, Jeremiah Richey, is going to be on it. The premiere airs tonight on ABC (check your local listings… I’ve always wanted to say that) and vote for him, even if he’s not the best one.

The One

Check out Hunter’s site and click on the big lovely picture of the front cover of the Animaniacs box set, soon to come out on DVD.

CLICK HERE! WHEE!

So a posthumous release from Johnny Cash came out a week ago, American V. I’m reading Cash’s autobiography, plus a book written about his spiritual journey, The Man Comes Around, by Dave Urbanski (reviews to follow not-so-closely). So this cd… depressing. And from what I’ve read, Cash usually liked to keep his music simple, and this is rather embellished for what I gather are his tastes. BUT! I still like it. He sings “If You Could Read My Mind” by Gordon Lightfoot. It’s my favorite. The latter book contains a quote by a Tom Dearmore, taken from an article he wrote for New York Times Magazine entitled “First Angry Man of Country Singers”: “He is singing what’s inside of him, searching in a haunting way for a note that isn’t there.” I LOVE this quote, it describes his voice gorgeously.

Rewind several hours:

I was reading The Man Comes Around at 3am at IHOP. My waiter had dreads and we discussed books, Johnny Cash, road trips, Australia, and the spanish language. It was fun, nice, something you read about. I left him a $10 tip.

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