Ro-Coco Channel up your gangstar p!nk pussy.

I always talk to the cabbies on my way home from work when I close the restaurant. I've always got along with people older than myself and to this day I have trouble relating with the majority of my generation. The taxi driver last night was an interesting fella who was playing his 80s mix CD. We got talking about pop music and how it indicates the cultural zeitgeist. More and more people seem to agree with me that the sounds today indicate a culture in decline. There's an excessiveness and yet no substance to the sound or the ideas behind the music. I'm sure if I were more schooled I could co-relate this to the spoils of the Rococo movement or the final days of the Romain Empire or something. But I can't and I wish I could.

Anyhow, all the cabbies tell me that I'm wasted here. It's happened four times so far.

Dry and Red

My face needs a lot more sunlight than it's been getting. I was wondering why E45 was so prominently displayed at the drug store. Now I know.