My new roommate has Please Kill Me, which I've been wanting to read for ages, so it made me very happy to see it on her bookshelf. Even better than that, it creates yet another obstacle blocking the way of my ever finishing A Remembrance of Things Past, a.k.a. In Search of Lost Time. This morning I was reading it (PKM, not IROTP/ISOLT!) on the train. I'm on page, like, four or something, but it's already the best book ever. Everybody is so bitchy! Nico talked a bunch of trash about my favorite icon Edie Sedgwick; she said Edie was far too concerned with her lipstick to pay any attention to Nico, as if Nico was saying anything worth listening to anyway. & this guy Al Aronowitz, who seems like a bitter old name-dropper to me, said everybody got a piece of Nico but him, because she preferred her lovers half-dead, like Lou Reed. Zing! 2 horrible insults in 1 fucked-up sentence!
In other news, I am very, very lazy. I have been putting off doing my laundry (which only involves me walking it down the street & dropping it at the Polish place) for about 2 weeks. Today I am down to my very last pair of clean skivvies. This actually should have happened yesterday but yesterday I wore a bikini bottom because I knew the crisis was coming. Is that sort of punk rock tho? Or just gross?
