Thursday, June 25, 2009
Today Is a Sad Day.
Gonna age myself in a really awkward way right now. And I don't really care, because I'm in a lot of pain. In case you haven't heard, Farrah Fawcett died this morning. I didn't know her personally, but she was a huge inspiration in my life. Some of you chuckleheads are probably guffawing right now and making sophomoric jokes about me sitting in my lonely adolescent room gapping at Farah's poster on the wall. But that's not how it was between me and Farrah. The Farrah I knew and loved was Jill Munroe, the hottest, meanest, baddest Angel on the planet. She took her work very seriously, and smacked punks in the mouth when they got up in her grill. Sort of like how I treat Steve. What I learned from Jill is that a woman can throw a mean punch and look good doing it. A lesson my older sister reminded me of on a regular basis. Oh Farrah, farewell to thee. Thine golden locks and karate kicks were an inspiration to me.