
...And it just happens to be one of my Kathleen Hanna/Riot Grrrl days where i can't stop listening to Bikini Kill/Le Tigre/Bratmobile/Sleater-Kinney, etc. It always puts me right back into the "i don't give a fuck/i wish it was still the 90s" mode.
This is what happens at 3 am. Someone asks me to reminisce about my childhood, and ultimately this is what automatically pops in my head. Tomorrow’s Mission: Finding Grape Soda.



