he thinks he's so punk rock but the truth is he'd never want to fuck a girl like penelope houston

and now I'm nostalgic for a life I never lived. a life I missed out on while I was stumbling through my current one (the one I never agreed to by the way, the one that feels like a bait and switch). in college I liked a particular type of music, and

on tuesday I saw the cutest boy in new york on the subway. he was waiting at my work stop, standing exactly where I usually stand, all bashful glances and shaggy hair. I continued to read my zine and tried hard to keep my glances furtive. he got on t

I woke up on sunday morning feeling much less tired than I would've thought on only six hours of sleep, and with an obligation to see Laurel dance at the 49th street/9th ave street fair. I thought about all the ways I could get there with the L tra

running late for jay's party on saturday night, and of course the L train isn't running. walk down to the G but it's so unreliable and yeah, I'm pretty late so grab a cab and hop in and say "we're going to park slope please. [number] street and

Top Ten Musical Memories~ meg ~10. buying my first albums ever: Men At Work and the Flashdance soundtrack9. driving to new york with my mom and putting in a tape of my favorite songs at the time, all britpop and oldies, and having my mom like it, but

the best independent radio station I've ever found is going off the air today. I started listening to WOXY.com a little over a year ago, and was immediately so in love with their playlist that I considered moving to Ohio (where the station originate

last last weekend, on the phone with laurel:Meg: I hate going on first dates and meeting people. It's so awkward and I'm always worried about what's going to happen next and saying something dumb. (long pause) Actually, do you know what my biggest fe

dinner with Josh last night, telling him about my recent writers block and writing identity crisis and blogs and fiction and all these autobiographical punk zines I've been reading lately.Meg: I mean, they all write about the same four things, and I

bring me along.I don't know where; the idea is not my strong suit. The plans I make never come out the way I imagined, and I'll worry the whole time that you're not enjoying yourself. I will envision adventure and unfettered, joyful madness and we wi

I'm working on a "paranormal romance" manuscript today at work and I realized that, in many ways, romance novels are just comic books for girls.

should I be worried that my response to a surprising number of things these days is to repeat the phrase "just don't think about it"? on the other side of the coin, I spent my lunch hour buying kickass new pink converse. totally hot. funnil