Snatched this from Casa Christy:

1. Who was your first prom date? Tim. He was such a cutie.
2. Who was your first roommate? I can't say that  Ireally ever had a roomate.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time? Long Island Tea(s).
4. What was your first job? Taco Bell for 1.5 hours. I quit. It was for the birds and those disgusting brown polyester uniforms were beneath me. Then I moved up in the world to Domino's Pizza as a "phone girl". "Thank you for calling Domino's pizza can you hold please?"
5. What was your first car? The Green Machine. A 1977 Plymouth Valarie station wagon with a v8 engine and 5 speeds. Oh, and green interior too. And free.
6. When did you go to your first funeral? I'm thinking early high school for great aunt Minnie.
7. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? never have.
8. Who was your first grade teacher? I can't remember.
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? To San Fransico. 1988. I thought it was the best place ever. And then......Then I went to New York and my opinion changed.
10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? I was two years old and decided to take Mrs Beasley for a walk around the neighborhood. The police brought me home.
11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends with them? Cleveland Sarah and yes, we are still best friends. I remember asking her for her phone number in my back yard when I was about 5 or 6. Never stopped talking since.
12. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parents house? Not far. The police must have scared the shit out of me when I was two.
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? It depends on the reason for my bad day.
14. Who’s wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen? My cousins
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning? Feed the cat.
16. What was the first concert you ever went to? Michael Jackson in 1981 (Triumph Tour).
17. First tattoo or piercing? My ears; I think I was 12.
18. First celebrity crush? Leif Garrett. Although he was more my sister's age but I still liked him.
19. Age of first kiss? 15.  Gary. Italian boy. After gym class. He was sweaty and gross. But I needed to get the first kiss experience over with and I knew he was tired of waiting so we kissed. Then I  stopped talking to him.
20. First love? Tim
21. Are you still in love with your first love? Uh, no.

Even being a LOW LIFE in NYC is cool.
He'll not only tumble 4 ya, but he'll sweep your street 4 ya too.
Can you imagine the 80's street party they'll be having?

When I think about it, it's hard calling a criminal in SOHO a low life.
It's not like he's robbing the corner 7-11 of the cash in the register and a box of little debbie fudge rounds.
Too bad for him that he got caught by the NYC fashion police. I'm not sure how well a man that robs the SOHO Prada store will
do behind bars with guys that murdered someone because they wore their baseball cap tilted to the wrong side.

circa: the 80's

This was shot by Cleveland Sarah in downtown Saint Louis  around 86' or 87'.
On the left is Jason. He still looks the same.
In the middle is A-Go-Go with crimped hair, tapered pants
and safety pinned jacket (with a big tear in the back).
On the right is DC Sarah.... She was girl power.

went to wentzville, mo this weekend.
yea. that was interesting.
where big new houses compete with big old corn fields.
i was torn.
big new house?
corn field.
big new house?
corn field.

later that evening, headed downtown to a charity party in one of those fancy new lofts...you know what i'm talking about.
it was a good time to be had despite the group of over 30 year old women who were clearly horny and desperate.
i began to wonder if the charity event was for these woman.
i became confused about the whole thing and eventually left.


back to my neck of the woods the next day in tower grove park.
the festival of nations was bigger and badder than a michael jackson video.
i was incognito.
nicole richie sunglasses with a south of the border looking cowboy hat.
i felt i could halfway fit in with at least one of the 30 nations represented....except maybe korea.
and probably not nigeria.

the folks got their power back on, packed their bags and headed to the east side of tower grove park to reclaim their home.
i was happy for them.
but i will miss the "real food" that was being prepared at my place with them there.
they had REAL ONIONS.
DICED REAL TOMATOES.
GARLICH CLOVES!!!
Wow!!! I have an OVEN?

a spontanious visit from a cool chica from cleveland came through last night.
"hey a-go-go! i just finished teaching a summer course in columbia, and i'm bored out here in the sticks. can i come to st. louis and hang with you for a night and then head out tomorrow?"
i'm always open to a spontanious visit.
it's the surest way i can straighten my place in less than an hour.
everything but the shoe disaster (shoe rack broke) and the never ending heap of mail that needs to be shredded (burned).

i took her to where else but pho  grand for dinner.
then she wanted to see the arch.
we walked around the leg of the arch and then headed to the loop.
got some ice cream.
men were falling out around her.
she's pretty like that and according to one man, she has pretty feet.

but sorry boys, she's happily taken.

Just to bring myself back to reality for a minute, I think 'I'll describe a neighbor.

There is the lady that has lived in my building for almost 40 years.
She claims she can hear "EEEEeeeeeverything".
Her favorite thing to do is to let her cat in and out of the house all day long.
This wouldn't be so bad if her door didn't shake the entire building every time she closed it.
Sometimes her cat takes walks beyond the front steps.
When this happens, my stable neighbor comes to the door in pink curlers and a smock yelling for her cat, "Fifi, come home...Fifi, where are you. baby? Fifi...come on, it's getting dark and I haven't opened the door and slammed it shut in 8 minutes and I'm worried about you...."

About a month ago, my mother came over.
She saw Fifi on the front steps and began to pet him.
She turned to me in half worry, half disgust saying, "My God, this cat is starving"
A-Go-Go: No mom, trust me, that cat is not starving.
Mom: Feel it, it's all bones!"
A-Go-Go: The lady spoils that cat. THe only way the cat would be starving is if.....

I instantly get worried because Fifi's owner is like 70 or 90 or something and the thought crossed my mind that maybe she died in her recliner and Fifi has been outside for days....I didn't recall the door being slammed every 5 minutes unless I just got used to the sound and it doesn't phase me anymore.

A-Go-Go: I hope she's OK. What if she's in there DEAD?

Suddenly, the door swings open and there she stood, pink curlers and a smock.

Neighbor: I just want to let you know that Fifi is not starving. He eats a lot everyday. And I'm not dead.

i've been distracted from blogging.
i don't know what hit me but suddenly, gossip blogs trashing celebrities has taken the place of everything in my life.
i used to have a life.....i think.
a year ago, i couldn't even name 5 celebrties under the age of 25 in hour glass time.
but now....
now i can spill out about 25 names and every guy they dated in the last month not to mention at least having knowledge of one of their outfits from head to toe, their dog's name and maybe their favorite hotspot of the moment....(paris, the butter).
god! this is SICK!!

but i can't stop myself....
i hate hollywood.
hate it.
is there a pill i can take for this?

i want my life back.

What's up with some women?

It seems to me lately that there is a surge of women in the news that have totally succumbed to the men in their lives.

Whitney Houston. What is WRONG and sick about this picture? To be ridiculously beautiful in the 80's and uber talented only to allow yourself to be washed up thanks to your top notch guy. Now I can't say that he's to blame because only you are responsible for yourself. I thinks it's OK to have a "bad" choice in men once, make that realization only to move forward and know what a real man is. But somehow, she let go of her authority over herself and let the low down lifestyle of Bobby take over her dynasty.

Britney Spears. She certainly never had the talent of the 80's Whitney or the beauty, but she did have marketing sense....didn't she? She made millions off of her "look". Although annoying, it was harmless. But then  she wanted to be seen as a "woman" instead of a girl. I think she's gone over the deep end. What real woman would stop bathing, let a man take all her money, talk crap about her and run around on her? Just like Bobby feeds off of Whitney, you too Britney, have a leech sucking the blood out of you. But Kevin is smart for a dumb guy. He knows to knock you up so that you can't chase him around. SOmebodys got to stay home with the baby in case it falls out of the high chair.

Kate Moss. Seriously Kate, you are too beautiful to be running around in gutters with half eaten rats like Pete Doherty. This is just....... gross. I'd HAVE to be high on coke to avoid thinking about who I was with too. The guy is trying to kill himself. Don't interfere by using your own life to save him. He can't see what he has and what he see's he injects because that's all he knows how to do, is stick needles in things.

Katie Holmes. Screw you Tom. I'm not calling her what you want the world to call her. She was fine being "Katie" before you  came in and stuck a pillow under her shirt. You just screwed up your child's name, why mess with Katie's? If she's the woman you claim her to be at 27 years old, then back off daddy and stop buying her things like pacifiers you freak. You make me want to take down all of my TOm Cruise posters.

These are just four examples of women that are in the public eye. What about all the women who have lost control of themselves in our everyday life? Where are all the Angelina Jolies out there? To me, that's a real woman. Even pregnancy can't slow her down (Sorry Brad). She can certainly take care of herself and make her own decisions. But don't try calling her Angie.

so that's what people want....

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