January 20th, 1980

I just bought some black tights. They’re going to look so good with my 60’s cocktail dress & winkle pickers at the Romeo Void concert next weekend. More importantly, N. started going out with this older punker guy. He’s friends with these other arty punks in a band with this great song about Eisenhower & The Hippies. I’m sure they grew up making out to Led Zeppelin but they don’t want to have anything to do with it now which is pretty cool.

January 15th, 1980

I’m pretty sure that S. at work has a crush on me. The freaky thing is I kind of think he’s cute and he is pretty nice even if he does like AC/DC. I’m sure S. would beat up any of my friends if he ran into them. Besides, he hangs out with all the stupid rocker people at school. Boys like that just don’t like our kind. If my friends down at the club ever found out about this I would be ostracized, shunned, and hurled out in the street. I’d be left to die in a world of white middle class mediocrity, doing the dishes waiting for S. to come home so I can run my fingers through his head banger hair and produce more mediocre children.
I’m sure his friends would feel the same way.
I better keep this to myself.

January 7th, 1980

I am so sick of the relentless head banging rock they play all frickin’ day on The Cougar. Not to mention the freaks I work with who insist on listening to that station. If I hear the Zep one more time I might have to kill someone. Don’t they realize our parents used to make out to that music – disgusting.
They asked me why I wear my make-up like I do and I asked them if they had ever heard of Siouxsie Sioux. That stumped their shriveled little pea brains. I’m sure their grey matter has shrunk from all the extra energy expended in growing long stringy rocker hair.
I can’t wait until I’ve saved enough money to record some real music. Thank God for College Radio. My Life was saved by Rock & Roll.

Typical Girls

he's in love with rock & roll

he's in love with getttin' stoned.
he's in love with Janie Jones.
But he don't like his boring job, no...
And he knows what he's got to do
So he knows he's gonna have fun with you
You lucky lady
and he knows when the evening comes
when his job is done he'll be over in his car for you