La la la…
Maybe I’m just tired, but my zen has been a bit wonky lately. I keep finding myself playing mushy stuff like Bryan Adams, Bon Jovi, Sting, Aerosmith and other old skool stuff – not even cheese ‘n whine like Def Leppard… just awful ‘slow songs’. And getting all wistful nogal, and thinking about slow dancing. Sheesh.
It’s almost funny how my hardcore has slowly but surely been seeping away lately, and I don’t even know just how that happened. It just seems like being tough is just too much effort, and being a bad girl is just a waste of time. I’m not ready to renounce my ink or hang up my gloves just yet, and I know that where it counts, I’m still a tough cookie… but nevertheless, for now I’m feeling as hardcore as a bloody marshmallow.
I’m turning into a girly girl, and not even tequila or Tabasco drenched Allgolds can save me now. But Body Count might…
*turns up the volume*
