I'm going on the "Fuck It" relationship plan.
As in, "Thinking about this too much is worse than being single, so fuck it. We'll see what happens."
In other, less whiny news, I survived five days in Tennessee. Highlights include:
Country Music Hall of Fame. I had a religious experience in front of Johnny Cash's black suit. Hank Williams' boots weren't bad either, nor were Patsy Cline's or Loretta Lynn's dress.
The people! Tennessee accents are officially the only southern accents I like, now.
Rockin' used record/comic store. Scored some old Sin City single issues and Jon Spencer, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen and 16 Horsepower on the cheap.
Memphis and GRACELAND! I have now seen where Elvis is buried. And Elvis's mom had the same birthday as me. I was terribly disappointed in the gift shops, though. I figured there'd be more kitsch, but instead it was just straight-up crap. Lame.
Katy K's and my Johnny Cash business card case. And the posters for their Valentine's Day burlesque show with the original Tempest Storm! 76 years old or something like that, and she's still putting on shows. Whee!
And of course, old friends. They're the best.
Lucero on Wednesday in NC. Ben, just kidnap me on tour with you. I promise to break your heart so you can write rad songs about it.
Who lives somewhere on the East Coast that has a burlesque troupe? I really want to join one but I am so not dance-trained, there's no way I could start my own. But I'm willing to relocate once the summer's over and I'm out of debt...
As in, "Thinking about this too much is worse than being single, so fuck it. We'll see what happens."
In other, less whiny news, I survived five days in Tennessee. Highlights include:
Country Music Hall of Fame. I had a religious experience in front of Johnny Cash's black suit. Hank Williams' boots weren't bad either, nor were Patsy Cline's or Loretta Lynn's dress.
The people! Tennessee accents are officially the only southern accents I like, now.
Rockin' used record/comic store. Scored some old Sin City single issues and Jon Spencer, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen and 16 Horsepower on the cheap.
Memphis and GRACELAND! I have now seen where Elvis is buried. And Elvis's mom had the same birthday as me. I was terribly disappointed in the gift shops, though. I figured there'd be more kitsch, but instead it was just straight-up crap. Lame.
Katy K's and my Johnny Cash business card case. And the posters for their Valentine's Day burlesque show with the original Tempest Storm! 76 years old or something like that, and she's still putting on shows. Whee!
And of course, old friends. They're the best.
Lucero on Wednesday in NC. Ben, just kidnap me on tour with you. I promise to break your heart so you can write rad songs about it.
Who lives somewhere on the East Coast that has a burlesque troupe? I really want to join one but I am so not dance-trained, there's no way I could start my own. But I'm willing to relocate once the summer's over and I'm out of debt...
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I did. now. Obviously, I quite strongly disagree (with, as I've said, the partial exception of the plausibility of the Gimatii/Madsen realtionship, although this is evidently a problem in movies, magazines, etc. that extends well beyond any one film.)