When I was 14 I made a boring fanzine called "Pennies From Heaven," which was filled with pre-teen faux riot grrly things, like that Winnie-The-Pooh, saddle shoes and Tiger Trap vibe. "I've Missed Out On Everything" was the title to my entire life, and "Cheerleaders On Crack," zinger that it is, was never used for anything. I ended up calling my term paper about suburban rave culture "Fear and Loathing in Long Island" and "The Poison Ivy League" ultimately became the title of my fanzine. Some possible titles for my zine or anything else: I just got so sick of the punk rock competition that no one talks about, but it's there, at every show and in every zine.
I am embarrassed that I ever wore baggy pants and Polo gear and puffy jackets. Where is this special underground club for beautiful people located and can I come? Yeah right, such a place does not exist. She told me she was going out with the famous photographer Richard Kern. Today I saw squatter Gloria at the mall working at Betsey Johnson.
Jesse and Paul Marshall made me feel shitty for wanting to do a zine the other day, like I was copying Paul or something. I am not excited about being here, I don't feel like talking about J.Crew sweaters or "drop tops" or khaki pants or running sneakers. It's not like I want to go to the city for any reason at all, I just feel like being in transit. Tonight for some strange reason I feel like getting on the train.
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