I'm thrilled to be doing a double shot of Mortified shows and doing it bi-city style! Check out Mortified in NYC on April 18, and in Boston on April 19. Details and tix at getmortified.com If you always wanted to know what kind of crap Two Can Anne was writing when she was riding a ten speed in her Jordache jeans, chewing a pack of Hubba Bubba, and singing the words to Adam Ant's Stand and Deliver at the top of her lungs, see me in Mortified or read my piece in Mortified: Real Words, Real People, Real Pathetic! It's absurd. I had a two track mind. Gum and boys. In the interest of full disclosure, I feel I must say that in the yearbook prophecies, I was destined to become Mrs. Adam Ant. Or, Anne Ant. Which would be confusing if I ever became an aunt, because then I'd be someone's Aunt Anne Ant. Oh, and there's that questionable gay thing.
Please join me in my Junior High School mind for a spell:
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