I am sick. With the flu. And a cold. And something else like scabies, no doubt. The reason I am sick is because of a number of things. The first is that I have been moving, and because I have no friends I ended up moving 2 couches, 2 kitchen tables and a desk by myself. This was painful and I ended up wearing myself out. Then I decided to go to three rock shows in a week. This was very out of character for me, but goes to prove that I am really not the friendless wretch I portray myself to you as, I am actually very cool and very popular and all the rich kids want to take me to prom. People like Sheila are always calling me up and begging me to hang out and I have to say, "Sorry Sheila this is strictly an online friendship--for your own good." See, I don't want to make her all insecure in real life when she meets me are realizes that I am 100x cooler than online. And then she begs me for pictures of my feet and publishes them on Chickenlegs. But that is a whole other story.

So anyway, I went to a free Devo show last week--that was fun. And then this weekend I went to the Electroclash thing again this year, but this time at the Fillmore in San Fran and not in NYC where I was last year (this is to help out those of you who are lina-geographically-challenged). I thought I would commemorate the one year anniversary of this crappy domain by linking to my post from last year's show. Turns out I was just as amusing last year as I am today.

This is me and my gal pals at some bar getting hit on by weird guys. This picture is noteworthy primarily because we are all so incredibly sassy.

I posted this picture because Teresa is so cute and my earrings are cool.

This was backstage at Electroclash and I am just posting it to impress you.

So anyway, I saw Tracy and the Plastics, WIT, Chicks on Speed and Peaches. Chicks on Speed opened their set by calling for a class war and they made me tingle. I have seen them so many times and it makes me happy every single time. They always inspire me to go out and do things like wear blue eyeshadow and make art. Peaches was also fabulous, as usual. She tossed out vibrators to the crowd, simulated sex, threw herself into the crowd, and dressed like a Capp St whore. I love her. At one point she put the mike down her pants and sang into a dildo. If putting a microphone in your underwear and crooning into a dildo is wrong, I don't want to know what right is.

The whole thing made me depressed though. I got to hang out with my old friends who came to town, see some of my other old pals like good old Larry Tee, watch the show from backstage and make fun of the mere mortals, etc. But the thing is, it's over now. And my friends are gone. And I don't have designer clothes. All I want to do is shop. For expensive shoes. I think this must be the flu talking. Anyway, nothing I am typing or thinking is making sense so I had better stop soon.

I would also like to mention that I have gotten 2 more A's since my last grade update, so for those of you who question sending me money, think about it this way--you are investing in America's future. Smooches.