I Mean, If I Was Living To

A Few Years Back, When My Style Was "punk Grandma", I Picked Up An Amazing Pair Of Sandals - Orthopaedic Ones, With Really Thick Soles. I've Given Them Away To A Friend Now, Because These Days My Look Is More "1980s Substitute Teacher Gone Wild."

With A Stretch Belt, Anything Can Be A Dress - A Dinner Napkin, A Tablecloth, Even A Towel. Just Wrap And Snap, And Away You Go In An Incredible Outfit. Another Plus Is That The Belt Will Pull All Eyes To Your Lovely Curves, And They Even Look Good Around A Coat Or A Jacket.

I Don't Get Mad With People, Like, 'oh, But That's Not What The Song Was About...' It's Also Nice To Know That People Are Mindlessly Dancing To A Song About The Us Government's Stance On Same-sex Marriages... Especially Straight Jocks. I Love That Idea. I Think That's The Beauty Of Music - It's Different For Everybody.

We Were A Small Group Of Weirdos And Baby Punks And Gays And Free Spirits Who Had To Use Our Imaginations A Lot. We Only Saw Pictures And Read Zines, So We Could Only Interpret The Aesthetic And Message Of Punk Scenes Around The World. We Were Basically The Duck-billed Platypuses Of Punk.

High School Wasn't So Bad Though Because, By Then, I Had Worked Out That There Were Far More Nerdy Kids And Poor Kids Than There Were Rich, Popular Kids, So, At The Very Least, We Had Them Outnumbered.