A N N A J O H N ' S D I A R Y: 90210 via the 300 in 1992

my inner DJ is currently spinning...

unti! she (omes
t h e p s y ( h e d e ! i c f u r s:
(all me
b ! o n d ! e:
Lazy eye
s i ! v e r s p u n p i c k u p s:
md! md!
T h o m p s o n T w ! n s:
p!owed
s p o n g e: Rotting Pinata
dig for fire
p i + i e s:
detachable pe...
k i n g m i s s i ! e:
blue sky mine
m ! d n ! g h t 0 i l:
vapour trail
r i d e:
in to your arms
t h e l e m o n h e a d s:
birdhouse in your soul
T M B G:
once in a lifetime
t a ! k i n g h e a d s:
0nly happy when it rains
g a r b a g e:
Q.0.L.
D M :
down in it
N!N:
she's so high
b ! u r:
P!ctures 0f you
t h e ( u r e:

What I drove to high school, in 1992..., originally uploaded by suitablegirl.

...the one I drove was prettier, though. :) Like a silver-bronze, double-color Kanjeevaram.

Obviously, it was Daddy's wehicle, but since it was bigger, slower and safer (ABS! Airbag! In the late 80s/early 90s?? Woooo!) my father tended to start this in the mornings, wordlessly vs. my ride, and then hand me the keys, pointedly. There was no arguing, "but...but...what about...my...fast...car with the booming system??" at that point. ;)

Big beats bumpin with the bass in back
All the sophisticated suckers catch a heart attack
Cos they don't understand why I act this way
Pumpin up the funky beat until the break of day
It's because I want attention when i'm ridin by
And the boys be on my kundi cos my system's fly

Um, those are totally the lyrics, btw. ;)

Anyway, I wish it were still alive, but it went to car heaven in 2003, after 360k+ faithful, solid, QUIET miles. R.I.P. Martin (each of our cars-- except for mine-- was named by either me or my sister after a member of Depeche Mode. Have I dated myself enough yet?)