aoife

What does a girl REALLY need other than Johnny Cash and GNR CD's to blast, with a little Fiona Apple for seasoning, and the NHL package? I mean, who needs to go to bars to look for pretty boys when there are pretty boys slamming into each other on the television all night?

Add to that a stack of comics, a new Lydia Lunch DVD in the pile and the Lucero documentary on the way (I love my job), the Daily Show and the Colbert Report, and I can't think of one good reason to get dressed again after washing off the sweat from kickboxing.

My sister's luck with men sucks about as much as mine does.

I might be more interested in going out if I lived somewhere where the best options weren't a local ska band (yes, I said ska), bars full of fratboys or their ilk, or a redneck bar where apparently a boyfriend of a friend of a friend has a band that's playing a gig...

You pack your bags and
You move to the city
There's something missin' here at home
You fix your hair and
You look real pretty
It's time to get out on your own
You're always fightin' with your mama and your papa
Yo' family life is one big pain
When ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began...