Though you can still call me Lexi Kahn, I'm pulling a Cougar/Mellencamp move and re-identifying. My name is Michelle. I live in Boston, by way of New York, by way of a tiny town in Connecticut. I live with Joe. We're DINKS (dual income, no kids). It's a miracle I have made it to my thirties. Thirties! I am SO a Gen X'er -- go ahead, ask me about the 80s. I love good books, good movies, divine food, leisurely travel, smart comedy and, especially, music. For 11 years ('97 to '08) I was a regular in the local Boston rock scene using the name Lexi Kahn (Google me!) but quit the whole thing to pursue other interests. What those are...is probably what this diary will be about from 2008 forward.
So keep reading! You never know what'll happen.
I know, I know, seven days, no update. I'm speechless. Believe THAT?
Heh. I don't buy it, either.
Because it's not about being speechless; maybe it's about what I'm too chicken to write. Sometimes it's scary, dudes. Open a vein? Tell all? Candid is one thing, exposed is another. The one means empowerment, the other means vulnerability.
I remember talking to Wolf about how he can be so raw in his lyrics. In my writing, I so often find it a struggle to just let it all go and pick at the gnarly scabs. He asked "What's the worse that could happen?" I said, "Someone would read it." He had the best answer.
