2014life, dreams, etc.

[evile]

Mar. 12, 2004

 

 

Very tired this a.m. I was up late last night. It was fun, though.
There's a writing workshop called "Gynomite" that my friend  terriblelynne
was in, and last night the group did a performance of some of their
writing. Some of the pieces were really amazing.

T's were dull. I don't know if it was because I've seen/heard it
all before from her LJ and chatting in RL, or the other writers were
just so talented or what. But...her "i love joan jett" was overlong
and puerile & her "I love women, I love licking them"...enh.

One girl felt like my new girlfriend by the end of the show--she was
this sassy redhead with an amazing voice and hilarious stories about
her ongoing habit of always picking the wrong man (dating Satan,
as she put it..) it was awesome. My friend V. had invited me.
She's one of the poly group & she's interested in sineater. Interesting,
I guess...She's a lovely person, very smart & cool, with a lot of
interests & such. It was nice to spend time with a woman friend. It
doesn't happen often enough :)
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Dave Blood, bass player of the Dead Milkmen, killed himself. I always
think of Jen (& Josh the vampire boy a little) when I hear "Punk Rock
Girl". And Kelly Quintana, the guy in 11th grade who introduced me
to "Bitchin' Camaro"
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Wrote about that in my LJ today:

I first heard of the Dead Milkmen in 11th grade at Roosevelt High
School. The coolest kid in drama class was a dedicated fan. He wore
all black. He had beautiful green eyes. He wore a beret every single
day and spoke French often, usually in a growling whisper as he
stared down your cleavage. In his non-lothario moments, he
sang 'Bitchin' Camaro'.

He is also the one who introduced me to the Violent Femmes "Why can't
I get just one fuck, why can't I get just one fuck?" he would sing.
Well, yes. He could get one, but then he never wanted it again.

You see, he had a very strange fixation with virgins. He'd devote
endless efforts to obtaining the affections of a girl, and then once
he had her cherry, he'd dump her. Everyone knew this, and eventually
it became a matter of him convincing her that no, no, this time it
was different, he really loved her, and he'd stay with her even after
she offered up her prize.

So, of course I lied and told him I'd done it lots of times.

Because I had a horrible crush on him, he was gorgeous, and I knew
I'd give in if he went after me as ardently as I'd seen him do with
other girls. And I did not want to be used and thrown away, even by
the coolest, prettiest boy in school.

So I lied and told him I wasn't a virgin, and he never sang Violent
Femmes in front of me again, only Dead Milkmen. And we laughed and
had fun and were friends and I liked him better since we didn't sleep
together.

So...there's my Dead Milkmen memory, such as it is. The Dead Milkmen
and Kelly Q, Virgin Killer will be forever united in my mind.

Goodbye Dave, and I hope you're kickin' some bass wherever you are.
No more pain.
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It's sad to lose little pieces of your past like that.

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2015Re: life, dreams, etc.

[evile]

Mar. 12, 2004


Oh, forgot the dream:

I was getting the ablation, which for some reason involved being
hooked up to IVs on several limbs & body parts.

Then it was surrounded by GWNN people, waching the surgery.

I was standing in the crowd (!?!?) and creepy skate lizard Jeff
approached and wanted to look, too. I told him no.

He offered me something or said something, I don't know what, and we
went & sat down on a couch. I said something like "You don't get to
be 30 years old and looking this damn good without making some
decisions about alcohol & drugs, which is moderation or never"...or
something like that.

It was odd.