Wiggida Wiggida Wack...

Dear Reader, I am so sorry that I have neglected you. I wish I could give a good explanation for not having written in a whole stinkin' month, but alas I have none. All I can say is that I felt about writing my second piece in my series of mock blogger profiles as the Strokes did as they approached making their second album. And I was afraid I would create the post equivalent of Room On Fire. So, as any good girl with avoidance issues would, I put it off. And off. And off.

So, the entry will be up by the end of the week, (for real, dude!), but I thought in the interim I would put up a compromising photo of myself for you to laugh at. This look came about while I was attempting to tap into the mindset of a popular, fashionable teenager. As you can see, some things are better left unexplored.Man, that wig is WACK.

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P.S. There is a special treat for whoever knows what early 90s' song the title of this post is stolen from.
P.P.S. The special treat might be a wig.