This morning in the grocery store I was subjected to a nauseating musack-esque cover of this most excellent song.
Consider this a palate cleanser.
This morning in the grocery store I was subjected to a nauseating musack-esque cover of this most excellent song.
Consider this a palate cleanser.
Autumn weather is finally here and every day I am feeling a bit more like myself. A rabble-rousing, unwelcome-truth-speaking, punk-loving self that most people currently in my life have never seen. A self who just might join my generation in finally getting that tattoo.
Who better to encapsulate that feeling than Amy Ray, rocker of many hats, all of them badass. Is it any wonder she’s permanently on my laminated free five? (Clive Owen, Mark Wahlberg, Denzel Washington, and Aidan Turner, you nosy parkers.)
All the punks and the queers and the freaks and the smokers / Feel like they’ll be waiting for the rest of their lives.