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 already told this to Joe Kowalski (he doesn't care) and Hub (he cares) now I'm telling you people (you care, right?) and it is this: I want to write a storyline that's so original and yet so simple that it can be explained in a few sentences. Sentences that make you go "Wh...oah." Storylines like this one...you'll recognize it.
You crawl through this tunnel and enter a portal, and you're John Malkovich. Fifteen minutes later you get dumped onto the side of the New Jersey turnpike.
I weep with envy.
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"Are you sure I don't look too skinny in that picture?"
"...Uhhhh...no, you don't." Freakin' rock stars.
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I. Am. So. Tired. DAMN tired. I was so un-motivated for so long at GiantSuckingSound.com that I forgot what it was like to work really hard for many hours at a time. I covered the fact that I'm working for one of the local publicists, right? It's only part time but this week happens to be deadlines for all my 'zines and also doing a fuckload of band-related booking stuff. Oy. But, yes tired, yet there's all the buzzing buzzing thinking planning wondering wishing hoping dreaming in my general head area. Sleep, please, please, sleep. Jungle bunnies, oh yes, you KNOW what THAT means...
