izabel

I'm finally here. After months of hearing great things (mainly from my fellow anachronist visitord) and occasionally admiring from afar (though not enough to earn the label of Spy--visitord gave me this charming name apparently a MONTH ago, though I only discovered it yesterday -- some spy, huh?), I finally found time to ease into electronically induced social deconstruction.

First of all -- y'all are cute as buttons. But especially those I met at the SG thingy in Brooklyn. Okay, so if girls look good in pictures, let me tell you right now: a lot of them are not photogenic. YEs, they are far more beautiful in person. And the guys seemed sweet. And I wanted to dance.

But we had to run cause of the pumpkin and everything else turning back to you know -- us being the ugly creepy losers we really are. I should speak for myself.

Okay, wassup SG? I will be at home for the rest of my life, I think -- I quit work and started to just believe in miracles. So you know, be friendly. BE nice to me.

Bye now. Oh yeah,. I bailed on DC. I have a court date still pending for the RNC bike ride and I just don't need any more gavels in my life. Or lawyers -- bless their activist hearts.

But I am thinking about the people there, being gassed and pepper sprayed and basically treated like subhumans by the DC police. They have my undying respect and admiration and gratitude.

Now -- off to BK to help build a new club for noise. Yay! With real toilets and heat and everything! All you noise geeks out there, I am the one who'll build those floors you're lounging around on, so you can thank me personally here.

Love to all you beautiful womens (and mens) out there.

Izabel