  Kate’s home may or may not be being ravaged by crazy Texan weather at this precise moment. Let’s all hope there is not permanent electricity-failure. I couldn’t stand too long without urlLink her secretly interesting life . That and she one of about three people I regularly talk with online. And lets face it, I need all the friends I can get. -------------------------- I have officially been attacked!
And by pseudo-goth kids, no less. These are the kids who dress solely in Hot Topic couture and literally hiss at people who walk by. There is no other cliché group of people who are so desperate for attention. Not even the girls who wear bandanas in place of clothing have so little self-esteem. Theses kids are the exact opposite of radical, they look like they’re wearing uniforms. They are cookie-cutter molded alienated youth.
Except they're lame instead of edgy. They'll probably all find Jesus, work in cubicile, and raise their kids in the 'burbs. I was walking Rosie at Manito like I do every night. And like every night, the lost little souls were standing around awkwardly complimenting one another’s dog collars. Once in a while a pair will start chasing each other or dancing spontaneously. I have no problem with these people, not until tonight.
There must not be anything interesting happening in Poseur World, because they had to torment me for entertainment. “Hey girl, hey you!” I looked over, wordlessly. “Yeah, you heard me, you!” Still I didn’t say anything. “Yeah, you suck .” This got hysterical laughter from several trench coat-clad lackeys. I walked onward. “Yeah, are you scared of us?” This was probably not the best time for Rosie to squat.
As she did her business, I stood poised with a plastic bag, averting eye contact. A girl wearing fishnet stocking and a black tube top approached me. She spit when she spoke. “I’M NOT A WHORE I JUST DRESS LIKE ONE, OKAY ?” I noticed her black fingernail polish was chipped. I made a decision not to answer them. There could have been no more offending crime to commit.
“Yeah, she’s says she not a whore, ok?! ?” I tossed the plastic bag in a trash bin and turned the volume up all the way on my CD player. The entire clad of bored kids followed Rosie and I. I couldn’t really hear them anymore. But some were imitating the way I walked. I racked my brain for something absolute or particularly clever to say, to no avail. They eventually lost interest and left me alone.
But it felt incomplete, like a battle no one really won. -------------------------- It’s so rare to have a multiple-affair night. I’m off to support the drama department’s performance of Clue (yes, like the boardgame and the movie) and then to the Detour. I haven’t been for a long time, but there is a band playing I want to see. If Meghan’s ex-boyfriend’s band is any good, I will likely write about them Saturday. If they suck, I’ll at least have gotten in an entire night of eyeing cute boys.
I just hope this time Amanda does not grab another boy's ass and tell him I did it. Affectionately… Anna 
