I'm going to a local punk show tonight, and all I can think of is: I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR. Long gone are all my black jeans and shirts with safety pins in 'em. Replacing them are "Northern Downpour" tees and Clan hoodies. I've got my "Kiss My Sass" Cobra one I should be able to get away with, but gold foil? I WILL ROCK IT. I'm thinkin' crimped hair. Oh baby, and obviously Chucks are the standard everywhere... EEK.

I went geek-chic and then I went bandom, and no longer have anything appropriate to wear to a Malenkos show.

I think the key here might be not to care. I'm just gonna try my best to pretend to go with that.

Also, maybe if I could stop listening to Elvis Costello for a second, I could put on something useful and find something to wear.