THE NINETIES RULE.

VINYL

MISSED CONNECTIONS

THREE BABSHKAS

CLAIRE, LAURA, ELISE

BUTTERFLIES

And also MOTHS

BB: Defined.

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Firstly, just to clear up the nasty rumors that have been endlessly circling above me like vultures eyeing a particularly fresh piece of flesh... I am not BB. BB isn't the latest muse of The Cobra Snake, BB is not trending on Twitter, BB has nothing to do with Charlie Sheen or Pitchfork, or anything remotely hip or cool or relevant. Prepare yourselves. BB is not a even person. It's more of this made up thing I do to categorize myself and everything I like into its own little "BB" labeled box. In reality, this blog isn't really going anywhere. I mean, like I said, THERE IS NO POINT. And if you aren't a friend of mine and are still reading this... YOWZA... I dunno, CALL me.

SO anyway, on with the nonsense.

BB:
origin; based on two truths about myself that I always totally loathed until I decided to embrace the shit out of them. BLUSHING AND BRACES.

I BLUSH when
1. A teacher calls my name on the roll
2. I have to speak in front of more than 3 people that I haven't known from more than five years
3. Any semblance of an attractive person looks my way
4. Thoughts of any of my romantic or sexual experiences
5. Telling even the tiniest lie
6. After two drinks I am in a semi permanent state of blushing
ETC.

I have had BRACES since I was 12. I am now twenty-ish. I'm deciding to keep my age at least a little vague, it's kind of a secret. I was born sometime between 1986 and 1992. Last month I was flirting with a Bearded Bartender and he wasn't flirting back enough so I walked away... he called me back by shouting 'HEY, BRACES!' Traumatizing. I thought I was hiding it so well.

CUE BLUSHING.

BLOG CANCELLED

BECAUSE THERE IS NO POINT.
















Siiiiiiike. That's the point.