Aimee sez: “cause it’s rare that you ever know what to expect from a guy made of corpses with a bolts in his neck…”
She’s talking about Frankenstein, by the way. Not some ex-boyfriend. At least, i don’t think so…
I think the hair dye is rotting my brain… oh, the rot.
Only once before in my life have i liked an album as much in the first three listens as i like Aimee Mann’s i’m with stupid, and that was tori amos’ from the choirgirl hotel which reigns over the rest of my collection be default. After all of those months of deliberation i don’t even care that i have Bachelor No.2 in my possesion. I haven’t even given it a thought yet… why waste the wonder i have for this album by diluting it with that of another?
I just dumped the remainder of the hair dye into my head and combed it through, which resulted in a day-glo orange mess. If it gets even a fourth of the way to that colour i’ll be impressed. Gina is counseling me on how to actually get my hair to be red… no one will recognize me on friday morning.
Wow, winning the prize for “absolutely normal page that looks totally like utter and complete crap if one should have the misfortune to try to view it in Netscape” is Crystallyn. I finally wised up and opened it in IE, but i’ve been puzzling over it in Netscape for quite awhile. Still awaiting the official Netscape6 release…