Whatever the case, if you’re introverted, people just sort of grant you intelligence before you’ve hardly said a word. They’ll look you in the eye, raise an eyebrow and say “You’re one of those smart people, aren’t you? Got a lot going on in your head, huh,” and shake their head in a sort of respect for the concept of human intelligence; in a sort of disbelief, or something.
I have a sick obsession with Taryn Manning. If left untreated, the doctors told me I could develop a raspy voice and lose all of my talent. But I don’t pay attention to their warnings because my love for Taryn is real. Whether she’s playing a hooker in Hustle & Flow, a pregnant white trash chick in Crossroads, or a rich drunk nightmare in Crazy/Beautiful, she always manages to steal my heart.
I wonder how much of the health-related information I’ve acquired over the years is completely made up. Eating an arsenal of snack foods past Midnight makes you fat. Drink eight glasses of water a day at minimum or you’re doomed. Fight against every human instinct you have, and you’ll be healthy. It’s all such bullshit. I think this ‘not wearing underwear’ thing has some legs though. I recall the phrase, “Let your vagina breathe.”
I know you probably think I’m some kind of uniquely filthy, completely nasty woman, but I’m not. Just because I like picking the wax out of my ears and rolling it into little balls, or because I spend an equal amount of time picking my nose and hoping that a little hair will come out attached to the snot.
Here shown is baby Jonah experiencing perhaps his first moment of heavy metal induced euphoria-leading-to-aggressive-headbanging to a song called “F*cking Hostile” by Pantera. As one redditor pointed out, it’s worth noting that adults who rock out to heavy metal look, basically, exactly the same as this baby, which may or may not say something about heavy metal and its fans.