A few observations
since I’ve spent the last 8 hours swilling gin, popping vicodin and xanax and chain-smoking…
People who are obsessed with Japan (aside from Momus and my buddy, Eps) are really fucking boring and they don’t seem to realize that they are completely objectifying an entire culture based on shit they find cute.
As much as I enjoy reading teenage fashion blogs (creepy, I know), I don’t understand where these little dipshits get the money to afford Balenciaga and Dries Van Noten. Motherfuckers, I have three jobs and I wear clothes from thrift stores and Target.
Oh, and where the fuck do kids raised on the internet get off thinking they know shit they haven’t even experienced yet?
I’ve lost 15 lbs in the last month and I guess it’s from stress and working my ass off. According to my doctor, I ain’t dyin’.
More about teens…Barrios sent me some pictures of us when we were in high school in ‘97 and we didn’t have the internet at our disposal. I was totally shocked at how different I looked. Hell, even I feel bad for myself at that age. Overweight, poorly-groomed, baggy jeans, Smiths shirt over a thermal under a bowling shirt that said “Bill”, horn-rimmed glasses, and a yellow messenger bag…yikes. Now that I teach and I’m around high school kids every so often, it’s bizarre to see what little superstars they all believe they are. The funny thing is that they still suffer from the great high school traits we luckily outgrow, such as:
They have these weird kid voices that are either nasal and pompous or completely inaudible.
They can’t form declarative sentences. Everything sounds like a question. Then, when asked a question which requires a simple, direct answer, they respond with a five minute sermon that makes no sense whatsoever and is rife with biographical tidbits.
They can’t keep their fucking hands off of their face/in their mouths/in their hair.
Enough for tonight. Chew on that.
