est. 1993

Me at the pavement show after two vodka sodas during the first 90 seconds of Lucifer Sam: is this Lucifer Sam

What everyone sees as indie sleaze today knows that the sound peaked with the virgins’ rich girls. I will only entertain thoughts on the matter by those even tangentially invested in the scene and happen to be over the age of 30.

a bad day can be punctuated by the order of death coming on shuffle

Amateur tennis update: one of my teammates is fucking our coach. Like???

everyone was on my last gd nerve at work so I decided to take an angry walk around the block and when I made my first turn someone leaned out the window and yelled “yes mama serveeeee”

I don’t need kids, roommates, etc. bc I already experience the joys of doing an insane number of chores no one else does like replacing the paper towels, emptying/filling the dishwasher, adding water to the brita, replacing the toner etc. etc. in an office of 17 women between the ages of 19 and 65 on a daily basis.

obsessed that Courtney Love is at the Spain/Belgium game