You collect Yr Trust Fund baby/And I'll be a whore/And we'll pretend we're just the same but...

I know i KNOW i know i know i know that-

Whoa. Check it: Bikini Kill moment.

*Insert groan from brent about my hyperfeminism, as well as CMAN's groan for the supposed emo change in my blog title. Ever listen to The Sounds? If I weren't me, I'd be laughing hysterically at me. Wait, I am me and I'm laughing.*

This week has been shaped by

GETTING PAID BUT NOT WORKING
If I have left you a random myspace comment, email etcetera, it’s because I didn’t have one fucking iota of work to do today. Nadda, zip. And making coffee was my only other activity.

CRASS
Fuck, I nearly was the Berkertex Bride/bribe!

SEEING FAKE AND BAKE NEW GIRL
She’s the new Bekertex Bribe. And unstylish (sport sandals? wtf!). Certainly not the type to appreciate your luxury jewelry purchases. Yet I felt nothing but incredibly sorry for her-

DARTMOUTH
Went on a luxury voyage with Godwin. Exploring such delicacies as Value Village and sketch-as-fuck pawn shop, whilst enjoying slushies,drunk on way too much candy.

PINOT GRIGEO
And burlesque that made for a mighty fine Friday night with my darling partner in crime and sassy Molly.

THE FINAL SCENE OF WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT
Amy made me watch this at 3am because it traumatized me as a child. You know, the part where the villain’s eyes are spinning red and white, and then he melts into a pile of goo. I'm glad to say that I made it through.

SEVERE EMOTIONAL TRAUMA/RAT DEATH...
As I witnessed a rat the size of a cat get struck by a cars repeatedly AND DIE, while I was waiting for the bus sat night to go to Hell - a mere 5 ft in front of me. The couple upstairs ran down screaming because they thought it was a kitten.

A MOMENT IN HONOUR OF SAVANNAH
As I unabashedly gave my phone number to a sexy man.

A STOLEN KISS
I’m not saying from whom.

Here's to Crass!