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Pet Boy

I think that I've forgotten to mention that since mid-August I've almost monogomously been dating this guy.

From now on at this blog we will be calling him "Pet".

And yes, this should get very interesting. At first I wasn't going to write about us, but honestly what's the harm?

Party Monster

Please read this article Party Boy In A Cage. It's about Michael Alig, and it's absolutely crazy.

I’m fascinated by the club kids- horrified by their fall- the whole “Disco Bloodbath” debacle, but their rise is intriguing. The shit we pull today doesn’t even hold a candle to what these kids pulled off 15 years ago. I’ve been lucky enough to meet and get to know a few of the people who have been on the scene since the late 80’s. Hearing their stories about the Club Kids is amazing. People are horrified/awestruck at these first hand accounts but the storytellers are unfazed. They look at today’s scene as ridiculously tame, which is true when you’re comparing today’s ruff kids and motherfuckers to the Club Kids of the early 90’s.

If you haven’t seen it already, “Party Monster” is an accurate account of this era. It's well worth the watch. I’ve seen it a few too many times.

Also, is there any correlation between Michael Alig's last name (Alig) and Sacha Barron Cohen's character (Ali G)?

Technorati Tags: Club Kids, Party Monster, Michael Alig

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!! I hope that ya'll had a lovely holiday.

I'll be back with some good stuff tomorrow.

xx

apartment party

My friend had an apartment party last night. Nothing special, just the usual mix of college students, college grads pretending that they're still students, drug addicts, ex – drug addicts, indie rockers, pseudo hippies, d listers, and hipsters galore.

While at the party everything going on seems relevant, but in reality nothing really matters. It’s really just a bunch of drunk, smaked out people trying to fit in with one another.

But yea, it was fun.

SS

I'm a nerd.
So I obviously got overexcited when I found out that Sufjan released a Christmas album yesterday. (Sufjan, as in Sufjan Stevens. He's one of my imaginary boyfriends, which means that we're on a first name basis.)

I went to his website, only to see that he's a little overgiddy about this as well. Not only does he have a full collection of Christmas CD's, but he has stikers, vinyl, and a singalong book.

wow.

Impromptu Nudista

One of my best friends posted their account of Friday night on her blog. It inspired me to create my own account of the night.


Only because the pre-game part became an impromptu nakey party.


I'm at my friend fluffy's apt. Her real name isn’t Fluffy, but that’s what we all call her. I’m sitting in an “egg chair” chair with my friend, each of us with a glass of rum in hand with tea nearby, for chaser purposes. (Tea as a chaser? I’m not too sure what’s up with that.) The chair is shaped like an egg with red velour lining. The walls are neon green. There is a large blue coffee table made of wood. A pink shag rug sits in the middle of the room. Yes, everything looks psychedelic and we aren’t even drunk, yet.


After some rum I wind up putting on a pair of earmuffs. Not too weird when I focus in on my surroundings. Fluffy is topless, wearing only a denim miniskirt, which comes off leaving only a thong. Another friend is wearing a top with no bottoms. Fluffy’s lay from the previous night still hasn’t left, and he is walking around in a towel. (it’s 11PM. I’m really not sure why he’s still at her place a whole day later.)


The doorbell rings. A boy walks in and purchases Viagra, e, and thinks about buying oxy from Fluff. Then he leaves. The doorbell rings again. This time in walks my one friend wearing almost nothing, meaning the shiny silver undergarment thingy’s from American apparel. My other friend walks in wearing nothing except for sheer black stockings and holding a 40. Everyone was dancing/bopping around and taking swigs from a 40 while reminiscing about "rolling on e" the night before.


I felt like we walked straight off the pages of a Bret Easton Ellis novel.


here's a picture of the setting I was trying to desribe. wall, egg, friend's arm.

Back and forth. forever.

I stayed in tonight. It was very much needed. I watched "Me and You and Everyone we Know". great movie.

))<>((


Thanksgiving is coming up. This is the only time of the year that being a native New Yorker sucks. Everyone flys back to their hometown and I'm left here in NY, where going out will not be as much fun due to the bridge and tunnel overload that will take over my city very shortly.
sad, I know. I'm trying not to be bitter.

I'm trying to find a good concert for this upcoming week/wknd. Any suggestions?

I know. I was very MIA

I was just talking to my mother about how I really miss blogging. I've decided to come back and hopefully get this thing going again. This winter seems to be a little crazier than last, so i'll start documenting again. Should be fun.