ann-frank

5.25.02
shakin', shakin' to the dirty, dirty

I am such a photobooth whore.

No, that doesn’t mean I’m in there flashing tit or anything, calm down. I just adore those little black and white pictures.

And I don’t even like having my picture taken.

Normally, I will go to great lengths to avoid having my picture taken.

But you put a photobooth in room and get a couple drinks in me all the sudden I am shoving dollah bills into that thing like it’s a g-string at a strip club or something.

Not that I would know.

So if that was you behind us at the Empty Bottle, waiting for me and my pals to quit hoarding the film - sorry, sorry.

We’re addicts.

Oh, and I’ve decided, if you wanna feel truly unique at the indie rock show - wear your contact lenses.

In a sea of horn-rimmed glasses, you’re definitely one of a kind.

Plus, nothing says punk rock more than putting a piece of plastic on your eyeball!

Or something.

Anyway, if you go away with anything this entry go away with this: The Gossip’s records are good, but l-i-v-e is where it’s at.

That ain’t no joke.

So, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow these simple steps:

1. See the show.
2. Shake your ass.
3. Sweat a little.
4. Feel like the most swank motherfucker on the planet for days following.

That includes you, Canada!

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p.s. sheesh-louise! Diaryland I love you but you frustrate the hell out of me when you won't let me update for hours and hours! I must go enjoy my night before I call it off permanent-like!



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