Katie Doyle, Girl About Town

Friday, Mar. 14, 2003 - 2:04 a.m.

Ya know, what I should do these days is read one of my favorite Diaryland denizens before I wander in here and open up the door to gloom and doom and my own personal hell.

I have just spent the last half hour getting caught up on my Ann-Frank reading, and it has been swell.

Seriously, I have been laughing out loud and waxing nostalgic and all kinds of stuff I haven't done in quite the little while. Thank you, Ann-Frank. You rock.

If you guys have not yet indulged in the drily evil humour of the Ann-Frank, please do so. She makes my ass laugh, and anyone that can do that these less than sunny days is a read not to be missed. Oh sure, I have my other faves. There's Sundry for one, that fabulous chica of the coolly-cool crowd, then Joey - aka CuppaJoe - whom you will all recognize as a fave from way back. And Marn, also of the drily amusing observations. I heartily recommend each and every one of them. Classics, one and all. Dependable fun at its finest. Go. Read. Laugh. Reminisce. Unless you are, like, 20. In which case, while you will probably enjoy the humor of the Frankenstyle, you will miss the finer details which those of us born sooner than you took deadly serious at the time and now laugh our asses off over. Like knowing all the words to every Top 40 Air Supply song without even thinking. I can't for the life of me keep straight when my best friend since 10th grade's birthday is, but I could sing "All Out of Love" if I were in a coma and had half my cerebellum tied behind my back AND were multi-tasking mathmatics to get into the Pearly Gates. Pre-VCR, pre-stereo hook-up, pre-MTV. Socks with toes in them, Pat Benetar headbands, Jordache/Gloria Vanderbilt/Sergio Valente jeans. Glittery shirts, Candies, and Brooke Shields Calvin Klein commercials. Michael Jackson relatively normal. All the geeky stuff you did in extreme earnestness or tried to keep hidden from your friends because you knew it was just so hopelessly lame, and that now makes you scream with laughter, especially when you find out your friends were just as dorky as you were. Topical stuff with just enough of the nostalgia to make me laugh my ass off with the distance. Ann-Frank RULES.

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