1/19/05: Sammy at the Fish! What a delighful surprise.
Sam was like, take a picture of my friend and right when I did the other dude blew his smoke out and isn't life perfect sometimes? It looks like he's wearing a fluffy cloud hat.
Vice girls Alex, Pegah and Melissa. Pegah got deported back to her homeland of Micronesia. Bye Pegah!
Duffy is sooooo punk rock.
1/22/05: Blizzard of '05! I wanna go frolic in the snow but I seem to have fucked up my ankle yesterday. I was walking dogs for Jeanine and I dunno what happened but my ankle is totally swollen and throbbing now. I guess the combo of sub-zero weather and crazy pitbulls dragging me all over town twisted my ankle somehow. So now I'm stuck at home with nothing better to do than show you another embarrassing relic from my youth...
Holy shit, I was so not a cool teenager! Look at these things. I found them recently at my parents house. My favorite jean shorts circa 1990. Umm, Primus? King Missile? fuckin Church of Subgenius bullshit? "Who watches the watchmen?" My god, what was I thinking??? Could I be a bigger dork please? I mean, okay, this was all pre-Nirvana, but still! I blame the dude I was in love with, he was into bad harcore and metal and all this cheesy sci-fi comics nerd shit, and I worshipped him. He wore Docs and had an earring--swoon! I was a sheltered Orthodox Jew trying to rebel, so what did I know? I liked anything that was "counter-culture." Dude also got me into Rocky Horror, of course. I lost my virginity to him (awful) and soon afterwards he dumped me. Jerk. Me and him had a punk band called The Deviant Lemmings. We sat around smoking pot in his rich parents' upper east side apartment and he played guitar while I screamed. Then we'd go spray paint our logo all over Central Park. We only wrote one song called "Pardonnez Moi!" It was about his mother. I think I still have a tape of it somewhere. It's very proto-Riot Grrl. In fact, see how I have Babes In Toyland written in tiny letters on the shorts? I had just gotten their first album (the boyfriend hated them) and soon I would discover Bikini Kill and my whole life would change! There would be no more nerdy metal boys for me! Just girls who screamed and wrote poetry about their vaginas! You know, I haven't thought about all this in a long time. There are so many funny/horrific stories about me and this guy and my awful Jewish high school. I should really write some kind of memoir thing about it... Maybe I will.
Notice how I changed "GAP Denim" to "JAP Denim." Yeah, I was clever.
Song of the day: "Double Dare Ya" by Bikini Kill The first song on the first album that changed my life. Seriously! Maybe it's cornz, but I mean, how often can you say that music actually, literally changed your life? It's kinda awesome!
		Hey girlfriend! I got a proposition goes something like this...