Monday, February 2, 2009

True Story

Last night I COULD NOT sleep! Even though I headed to bed early and finished an entire book I just never got that drowsy feeling where I knew I could turn the light off and sleep would come easily. Something was off and I felt restless.

Jimmy was awake and engrossed in some project in the garage so I wandered out at about midnight to see what he was doing and maybe polish some chrome*.
He was listening to some tunes on the ipod and had a "90s music" playlist going. (one that itunes compiles for you) After saying repeatedly, "I loved this song when I was in high school."
He turned to me and said, "So you've always been angry?"

To which I replied, "What are you talking about?"

"Well, every song that you 'loved in high school' is some scary girl acting really pissed off!"

Sure enough. I flipped back through them and they were all a tad bit on the pissed off (mostly at men) side.

So I said, "It's true! Geez! I didn't even have anything to be angry about! I must have been one seriously angsty teenager!" Jimmy laughs as I say, "my favorite song was 'You Oughta Know' by Alanis Morrisette! And stop laughing at my terrible taste in music. My favorite line in the song is the part where she sounds the most pissed off! My gosh I was a mad girl!"

And we went on our merry way of not sleeping and laughing at bad 90's music.

Ok, I lied. I went to Taco Bell and Redbox at 1am and then we went on our merry way. hehe

Here she is in all her pissed off glory and my favorite line is 2:02 to 2:05.
Oh and check out her awesome bad 90's lipstick. Love it!
And if you have delicate sensibilities...it does contain the big f-er.


*This is not a euphemism you sickos! There is actually a shit ton of chrome from the Cadillac that needs polished before it can go back on.

One more thing. A pop quiz that I think angry 'ol Alanis would agree with:

Q: What's better than being sad or hurt?
A: Being really really pissed off.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh no! I love this song too. Was I that full of angst as well?

I blame the flannel shirts...