How do you explain the dichotomy of your rock girl persona with your being a normal person? How come you're not all counter-culture with ill-fitting jeans and weird colored hair?
I counter the counter-culture. Although, sometimes my jeans are accidentally ill-fitting and sometimes my hair is a weird colour (it's currently turning red - my hair dresser superwoman will soon be saving me from ginger-land).
Do I have a rock girl persona? That kinda makes me giggle when people say it. I know what you mean, but it's still funny to me. An ex used to call me "rock pig", whatever that implies.
I'm currently blogging this in a White Zombie t-shirt and a towel wrapped around my head. Not really the kinda rock chick image you want dancing on a car in your video (eh, Tawny Kitaen?).
|Here I go again on my own... but this bitch won't get off my car.|
You can dress me in a suit and ask me to be polite, but it doesn't mean I won't be headbanging and screaming an hour later, while messaging my guitar teacher to teach me a Faith No More song so I can pretend to be awesome.
That's not a persona. It's more like a sad, sad disorder.
And hey, didn't you used to be in a band? Would there be online evidence of your front-woman leading antics?
Hahahahaha... no. I keep many secrets from the interweb. My antics are better left hidden.
Or burned and buried.
|Only the bitch knows my secrets.|
Have an excellent long weekend, my rockpigs.