That's right: More Mortified Press For YOU! Here is the link to a lovely article in the downtownexpress.com featuring yours truly (that beats the sweatpants off of that crap poo Daily News article in every way shape and form.)
Here's the tasty excerpt:
"...Next, Anne Altman took the stage, wearing a black and white dress that looked like an Escher drawing. She read from a composition book (also black and white — coincidence?), but her offerings were not diary entries. They were transcriptions of rambling, stream-of-consciousness notes passed back and forth between Altman and a popular girl named Melissa in junior high school — instant messaging 1.0. ."
9 comments:
I once asked a girl out via notepaper in the 4th grade.
Her friend came up and said NEVER.
Ah yes, what does not kill me only makes me stranger later on in life.
you can say that again, new weird baby.
i suggest asking her out again now. she might enjoy watching you shoot yourself in the head.
Why do you think I have an eye patch?
it's healthy to let a 4th grader's opinion of you shape your future, is all i'm saying.
Don't psychoanalyze my joke!!
can we get back to me for a minute? i do believe this post was about me.
and how great i am.
that is, before you spun it into something about you and how terrible you are.
anyone have any comments about my greatness?
ok, great.
Could you autograph my tummy?
I'm not terrible. In fact, I'm pretty damn good.
But not as great as you, you're highness.
And yes Dave, I'll sign your tummy. Who shall I make it out to?
You can leave that and the dollars and cents blank-I just need the signature.
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