hip to waste ratio
Lots of stuff. First of all, why do so many of my male friends who clearly have serious girlfriends feel the need to be so flirtatious with me? Hrmph. It's not even fun anymore it's just baffling.
So now here are some pictures with full color commentary on the scrollover, aight?
here is video of Dragons of Zynth doing track War Lover last night
In other news, some potentially awesome stuff is possibly afoot. I spent the weekend bro-ing with a lot of aforementioned male friends who (when they weren't annoying me with the fact that they weren't hot single men) were scheming and plotting and whispering and bringing me into the fold. While I am excited, I also have a valid fear that I am doomed to become the (non-evil) Condoleeza Rice of the indie rock scene, which is to say I fear that I will become a smart hardworking member of the elite forces. but remain (alas) painfully and glaringly single.
I've been reading this book "Be Honest, You're Not That Into Him Either." It is good, but it has made it abundantly clear that I am fresh out of places to look for men. I am getting more and more keen on the idea of becoming a rich old cat lady.