you think you're punk?

(i kinda was the one on the left way way way back in 96...he is gorgeous!)
so basically....i knew when i moved to williamsburg in february...i would be dealing with and placed in contact with a lot of posers and wannabes and really young 'artists' who think that they are so fucking cool. i couldn't have been righter!

tonight on the slow and miserable train ride home...(it didn't help that i drank way past my quota for the night), i was mesmerized by the cutest little red headed boy standing directly across from me. i make it a point to focus on at least one or two unusually sexy guys when i'm on the train in order to make my painful trip more exciting.

basically i was all about him...he was interestingly dressed...a skull and cross bones impregnated jumper (yes i said jumper shannon!)...a quiet but loud to those "in the know" smirk on his face...he seemed cautious yet defiant....two mismatched qualities i devilishly love in an awkward man...

i was sadomasichistically transfixed upon the unsexy redheaded boy standing directly in front of me....painfully awaiting his stop as i was...he even had the strangest piercing i've ever seen in my piercing fascinated life....it was a tiny stud....high upon his upper cheek bone...the kind of piercing that you want to ask about even though you know it would be totally annoying for the person pierced to even consider responding to your questions of why and your questions of pain and importance...

oh god...i'm babbling again...but in that good way again...probably because yet again i am intoxicated again! (so unusual hehe).

he was hot....he was different...he was interesting...but then...the armagghedon struck...he pulled out his off white ipod and began spinning the wheel of audio....

i thought to myself...and i'm sure my chagrin spoke volumes...what a fucking douchebag...

he thinks on a constant rhythm that he is so ubercool yet he has bought completely into the system of i want i want i want that he actually has to spin his uncalloused thumb around and around to find the song he wishes to hear. he is the divine interpretation of the 'hipster' and he completely lost all of his sexy points...

oh well...another fantasy torn from my adolescent libido....i can deal...i can handle it...

i love when i babble and i love when i'm typing at the same time...

que sera sera...blah blah blah....blah blah...blah blah....

i think i like living in williamsburg....but i honestly feel like i'm either too old or i don't really fit in...or both...but then again...when have i ever fit in? that's always been my selling point...not fitting in...

ahhhhh cha cha cha chaaaa!