I need to request soothing hair pats or pep talks: I just sent an email introducing myself and requesting an interview to the booking agent of one of THE Olde Skool gothy icon bands, The Damned. They're touring the States for their 35th anniversary, and I really want to interview them for Gothic Charm School

Holy crap, what have I done? DAVE VANIAN. THE DAMNED. I am not cool enough to have sent that email.

Whew, good karate workout this morning. I still can't do push-ups though without my shoulder screaming. I see my doc Monday for something else, so I'm going to see about getting it imaged.

Think I'm going to cook some CSA corn.

Come on, Irene!

Too Rye Ayy!

That song's been in my head all week as the storm approached.

Holy crap, what have I done? DAVE VANIAN. THE DAMNED.

Tell him you know, Jon B. They've talked about Theremins.

Tell him you know, Jon B. They've talked about Theremins.

DAVE VANIAN. WHO IS MARRIED TO PATRICIA MORRISON.

Hi, is my gothy imposter syndrome showing? I think it is.

OMG, Jilli, if anyone is legit, it is definitely you! Do you know who you are????

I am not cool enough to have sent that email.

If you're not, then no one else has any hope. And then the band would be sitting there, all alone, with no one to talk to because no one was cool enough. That would be very sad.

OMG, Jilli, if anyone is legit, it is definitely you! Do you know who you are????

Um, no? I think part of my freak out is that Dave Vanian was one of my gothy rock star crush objects when I was younger, and I wanted to BE Patricia Morrison when she was in the Sisters Of Mercy. So, head-explody.

Seriously: Young Dave Vanian

Patricia Morrison

Car update: Dealership received the part on Friday at 2:30, but that they weren't going to be able to get to my car until "late on Monday."

Were there other cars in line before mine? Then a sales dude called to ask if I was still interested in buying a new one...

I said FUCK THIS and went and got my hair dyed.