Sunday, January 29, 2006

The Finger of Death

I have severed the nerves in the right hand side of my left index finger. Its really hard to type. Tomorrow a plastic surgeon is going to reattach them, I hope. Meanwhile, I can't do anything. And my bandage already smells like garlic because I tried to cook pork spare ribs. Everyone needs pork spare ribs when they sever their nerves. I love meat. its so good.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Their Hitler Haircuts are Making Me Feel Ill

I want to begin by asking some serious questions.
Why do all teeny goths have exactly the same side part hair cut? Apparently what Hitler used to do was brush all of his hair forward, make it solid with some kind of gel and flip his hair back to get that crazy looking side part. Is that how they do it?
Why do the girls only wear black, white and pink? And why are they so clean looking, I though part of the fun of being a goth was to pretend to be way too literary and deep to iron clothes. Let alone starch skirts into stupid frills that look like Betty Boop's undies.
And why do they all wear Ramones shirts? Do they even know who the Ramones were? Do they understand how crap they were?

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Today there is a big red truck parked in Hindley Street.