The day you die is the most important day of your life. The sunset of your dog days. The cold climax to your weary autumn. This is “Last Supper” day. So will it be fillet mignon…or Fritos? Do you remember that that scene in Girl, Interrupted when Britney Murphy’s character

The other day I was reading Public Service Announcement, a piece from Beth Lisick’s Yokohama Threeway. It opens with the line, “DON’T HAVE SEX TO A PORTISHEAD RECORD,” and cautions the reader against boning people who have a sex soundtrack – music they’ve selected specifically for banging. I spit up

Do people still think hell is a thing? If all the #hotjesus hype is any indication, then YES, they do. Apparently, there’s a risk we might burn in hell for gritting our teeth and grinding our thighs through Son of God. If so, I will be one crispy chick. Since

I’m obsessed with Nico. Do you remember reading Please Kill Me? Some of the best parts of that book are about Nico. Nico and Lou, Nico and Iggy. Nico, the aging, knife-weilding junkie. Nico, the former Chelsea Girl turned kooky spook. A monster. A siren. THE epitome of sailor drowning

Is there anything better than running with a gang of wild girls? It’s like when I first heard Cherry Bomb or read Foxfire. My boyfriend suddenly seemed so boring. Yeah, hangout in your bedroom and pretend I like your video games. Or smoke cigarettes and burn down houses with my