On Friday night I re-purchased all the Clash records that I'd sold after the great Pogodzinski breakup of 97; until summer 99, I'd hear "The Guns of Brixton" and get a little choked up. Funny, eh? Of course, now that I'd like to be his friend, I have no i dea where he lives, eats, sleeps, breathes, and so on. When I look at old pictures, I feel slightly sentimental -- more disappointed than anything, because connections slip away so easily and furtively.
Yesterday I had a sudden case of the mean reds; it came on with neither reason nor warning. There was a little provocation, I guess, but every so often I become completely irrational about the way I look, and I feel as alluring as Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies. Andrew calls this behavior uncalled for, and although I know he's right, it's a wily beast! Oddly enough, this is the first year I've had a full-length mirror, and it always makes me feel better about myself. Go figure.
A Citibank commercial has The Ladybug Transistor plink-plonking away in the background. That's right, I bank at the indie rock bank, Brooklyn style.
Yesterday I had a sudden case of the mean reds; it came on with neither reason nor warning. There was a little provocation, I guess, but every so often I become completely irrational about the way I look, and I feel as alluring as Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies. Andrew calls this behavior uncalled for, and although I know he's right, it's a wily beast! Oddly enough, this is the first year I've had a full-length mirror, and it always makes me feel better about myself. Go figure.
A Citibank commercial has The Ladybug Transistor plink-plonking away in the background. That's right, I bank at the indie rock bank, Brooklyn style.
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