03 August 2011
a zamillion years ago (ie. may 2010), k.clen and i happened upon the angsty wonder that is mortified.
imagine, if you will, sitting/standing in a bar on a friday night hearing people read excerpts from their adolescent journals. i know, i know. BEST. THING. EVER. right?
given that i've been regaling you with the adventures of young oline for over a year and a half, you probably know where this is going.
in the coming months, i'm going to get mortified. allegedly. we think. i've not yet pulled this shit together so who really knows.
thanks to an hour spent parsing my adolescent journals with a total stranger in a bar beneath the stock exchange, i do know this: my topic.
and what will my topic be, pray tell?
young oline's very great sensitivity to the suffering of long-dead historical figures and total hatred of the young people of today.