As a teenager of the 80s, this, like, is totally, like, wicked. For sure.
1. When did you last experience something that was totally tubular?
Okay, so it’s totally, like, harsh, but seeing my blood clots post-pulmonary embolism was radical.
2. When did you last see something that was grody to the max?
Like, the above could totally count for this, too. As if. Beyond that, the hella big pile of dog poop in my yard I almost stepped in. Gag me.
3. What’s your damage?
Bogus headache, dudes and dudettes. Like, menopausal acne is lame. I have this, like, epic zit on my temple, and it’s totally harshing my melon.
4. When did you recently feel like a neo-maxi zoom dweebie?
Full zeek-mode yesterday coding the Google Sheet I use to track my reading. It’s gnarly, fully legit. All the stats… radical.
5. When did someone bite you, and when did you bite someone else?
When I still lived in NY, this dudette down the street low-key stalked me. Like to mental levels. I dyed my hair purple, she dyed hers purple the next day. I dyed it pink; she died it pink. She copy-pasted everything from hair to clothes. Complete wannabe. She even got mad whenever I went out to eat with my dad and didn’t invite her. Bogus.
I’m bitin’ Nirvana at the moment. Throwing it back old-school to flannels and band tees, slouchy beanie. Mad comfy. Low-key grunge Betty.
Stay radical, fly girls and boys…
Leave a Reply