girlsdontcry's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Having said that, polyester does wash well Sitting in my island-bed thinking about what a trendsetter I am. After all, didn't I have flu way before you, Mick? And I'm sure you'll all remember that I was complaining about the sobig email virus on Wednesday, a full 24 hours before everyone else? Well, maybe not. I'll tell you, Mick, a nasty side effect of this flu though ... achy breaky legs. Ouch. It's nought but an interesting ache though, I can spend minutes debating in my head whether it's my bones aching or my muscles aching. I don't suppose cellulite really has the ability to ache, does it? I remember the day irony died for me. It was a Sunday, several years ago. I was with friends walking around Brick Lane market, or maybe Spitalfields, and we walked into the Vibe Bar. I looked around at the hip young things, the DJ on the decks, the worn out leather sofas, the identikit people I'd been seeing everywhere for at least three years, but in truth, my crisis was brought about by the abundance of polyester shirts. I knew then, I was sick of irony, of knowing nods at naffness. I longed for sincerity. With that in mind, I've got a small request. Kids, if you're going out tomorrow, wear a nice cotton shirt and be sincere. It'll be fun! I promise. 11:09 p.m. - 2003-08-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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