The Mirthmobile

I have bought a car. Yes, boys and girls...I am now mobile. Its a red 1994 Cavalier. It looks very old school, and I like that. I was rather dejected by its lack of a CD player, however. Even a tape deck would make me happy...I would be the only student to drive to school to the sounds of Bob Dylan's Greatest hits vol. 2 on cassette. But, no. My car still rocks though. I call it the mirthmobile. And yes, I will play Bohemian Rhapsody and pantomime a drum solo like Wayne and Garth. And of course headbang at the appropriate parts.

In other news my good friend Anna has decided to author a book outlining why she hates men. I have agreed to write the forward and have instructed her to channel the Gloria Stienem from within. I swear we're not left wing radicals. We don't even listen to NPR...much. hee.

"We're Not Worthy!"

I think Zoe Trope is awesome. Some of you may not be familiar with her sheer brilliance ...fools I say! Never fear...I'm here to enlighten you. www.zoe-trope.com

What Wouldn't Meatloaf Do For Love?

I had originally intended on creating a web journal months ago. The truth is I just didn't know what to name it. In fact tonight it took me a full 30 minutes just to come up with this stinking heap of unoriginality. As an already indecisive person my skills at naming things are abominable. I pity my children, I really do. Sadly my original name, "What 'Meatloaf' Wouldn't Do For Love And Other Things I Still Don't Know" had too many characters, but I digress...

Anyway, because this is my first post I'd like to take a brief moment to share with you the obsessions I often indulge in...

Things that make me happy:

being a self proclaimed feminist supporter

filling my head with useless pop culture trivia

listening to 80's music

writing complete ridiculousness