Oct 16, 1999
You may be asking yourself " Why is Sarah, our beloved hero and lousy-bad webmistress sitting at Sharis waiting for Henry Rollins to walk on in when she knows he's more yer Denny's type guy?" and if you are, take a deep breath, let it out, and go find someone else to stalk.
For those of you who aren't wondering the above but still have little to no life - why else are you here reading this? - let me explain. First of all, for you who don't know who Rollins is, beat yourself about the head a bit, then go here for a little edjucation...(while you're at it, get some for me maybe it'll help me get this spelling thing down...)
So here's my way of thinking: Rollins had a gig down in Seattle last night and will have one up in Canada tomarrow (or is that the other way around?...) and he's got to pass through our little burg sooner or later seein' as that we're on the five an' all. So it's possible he could have an urge to stop and grab a bite, maybe guzzle some of our nasty coffee...And of course he'll just happen upon my car and want to meet the artistic genius behind it... (My car, Ed, is charming. I'll put a picture somewhere on the site just so you can be in awe and jealousy for the rest of yer days. Fools)
Okay. So. Whatever. I know I'll never have a chance in ever lovin' Hell of ever meeting the man. And upon further consideration, anyone who encounters my car usualy shakes their head, wonders at my pitiful poor taste, and goes on their merry way. And as far as my intrest in Rollins, well I'm not that much of a fanatical fan. I mean, he's fuckin' frightening, isn't he?! All burning eyes and bulging muscle. The man has no neck. He makes up for it in tattooed flesh.
And what would I say? (after I blubbered out something close to my name accompanied by a few girlish giggles and a little drool) We could talk about the weather, I suppose. Popular stock options. But it's not entirely improbable that I'd just stand there like a giant turd and he'd see the sum and total of intelligence that Bellingham has to offer.
Stimulating.
So I'll just pack it up here. Maybe go get one of those life things I hear people talk aboutall the time...Maybe I'll go over to Denny's.....