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friday, june 23 |
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filth & fury |
i guess the true sign of being grown up is when you are able to talk yourself out of immediately blowing your unexpected flow of money on a long coveted new tattoo and instead find yourself filling out a deposit slip at the bank. it's like i'm inbetween stages right now, half carefree teenage chick, half responsible Woman - with hawkeyes i find markdowns at the grocery store and bragg over my savings, and yet a sex pistols documentary the next night has me bouncing out of the theater pondering a safety pin piercing and starting a band. as i sat in the cab on my way home last night clutching the jar of fuschia hair dye, my brain couldn't believe it's been over 9 years since my newly mohawked friend sandra taught me the lyrics to anarchy in the uk as we were walking down a suburbia street. last summer when i saw her she had a modest brown chin length do and i was the one sporting some bad roots and faded technicolor locks. i can't figure it out. i look at the little gap gutterpunks outside the post office and in my head i label them kids only to catch my silvery raggy hair, black t-shirt and boots reflection across the street and know that i'm not a kid anymore. argh. anxiety. i'll just go watch hamlet. now there's some angst that should snap me right back in shape! i might even have pretty pretty company. ooh. :)
(Everybody, now:)
iiiiii am an antichRRIst-ah, |
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