Ani Fucking Difranco, that's who.

    So... I've never been one of those, "Oh my gawd, Becky... this is song is about my life!" But with the discovery of Ani Difranco I've become one of those people. Her lyrics are incredible, perhaps some of the best I've ever heard (and I listen to almost all of the great songwriters!). So instead of rambling on (lolz) I'll let her words speak for themselves:

"Everyone has a skeleton and a closet to keep it in, and your mine. Every song has a you, a you that the singer sings to."

"You are so lame. You always disappoint me... it's kind of like our running joke, but it's really not funny. And I just want you to live up to the image of you I create, I see you and I'm so unsatisfied, I see you and I dilate."

"When I say you sucked my brain out, the English translation is: 'I am in love with you' ... and it's no fun. But I don't use words like love, 'cuz words like that don't matter. But don't look so offended... you know, you should be flattered!" - Dilate

"Think I'm going for a walk now, I feel a little unsteady. Don't want no one to follow me... except maybe you." 

"Tell you the truth, I prefer the worst of you. Too bad you had to have a better half... and she's not really my type, but I think you two are forever, and I hate to say it... but you're perfect together."

"So fuck you and your untouchable face. Fuck you for existing in the first place. And who am I that I should be vying for your touch, and who am I? I bet you can't even tell me that much." - Untouchable Face

"I fight with love and I laugh with rage. You gotta live light enough to see the humor, and long enough to see some change."

"I think pretty is nice, but I rather see something new."

"Who ya gonna be if you can't be yourself? You can't get it from TV, you can't force it on anybody else."     - Pick Yer Nose 

"Squint your eyes and look closer 

I'm not between you and your ambition 
I am a poster girl with no poster, I am 32 flavors and then some 
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might want to turn your head 
'Cause someday you're going to get hungry and eat all of the words that you just said 
I am what I am, I am 32 flavors and then some 
God help you if you are an ugly girl
Course too pretty is also your doom 
'Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room 
God help you if you are a phoenix and you dare to rise up from ash 
A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy while you are just flying past 
I am what i am, I am 32 flavors and then some 
I'm taking my chances as they come 
I am 32 flavors and then some, I'm nobody but I am someone, someone... " - 32 Flavors 

A Letter Home

Dear Houston,  
   It's not you. It's me. You're great, you really are... but you just aren't giving me what I need anymore. You have had over 16 years and STILL you've failed to produce Jacob with his basic necessities: A boy who is Scottish/named James (I'm really not picky anymore), a six pack, a letter to Hogwarts, and a voice like Nina Simone. On a scale from 1 to 10, you're chillaxing around a 4. But wait! There's still time. (A year and half to be precise.) You better step up your game, because lemme tell ya... Prague is looking real good right about now. Granted, I don't speak Czechoslovakian, so I'll just have to communicate my desire for one night stands through my eyes and excessive eyebrow raising.
   It's not too late to turn this beat around, H-Town... step it up, brah.

Your forever faithful (unless I get a boyfriend, then I'll ditch this blog joint) blogster, Jacob.