“Do your parents know that you’re Ramones?”

Good morning, starshiiiiiiiiine, the floral jumpsuit says hello!

After a couple days of abstinence, me and my morning caffeine fix are re-united again and it feels so g-o-o-d.

Not to mention I woke up to clear blue skies–that means it will be a good day.

Have you seen this movie, “Rock ‘n’ Roll High School”? It came out in 1979. The actress who plays the main character, “Riff Randall”, looks at least 30 years old.

She’s obsessed and consumed with the Ramones, even so far as to consider Joey Ramone “sexy”. Meh? Ah hahahaaaa.

But who can take a girl seriously who wears striped leotards over striped leggings with striped socks? I mean really.

Of course the real reason why I watched the movie, the only reason, really, is because I discovered it stars…

…my girl Mary Woronov as the bitter, angry new principal who hates rock music (and teenagers), and…

…Paul Bartel as the music teacher, who winds up smoking a peace pipe at a Ramones concert and jamming out. I’ve been in love with Paul and Mary ever since “Eating Raoul” came into my life, and if you haven’t seen “Eating Raoul” yet, blogreader, DO IT NOW! It’s so good.

Shazzam!

Maggie, Jesus wants you for a sunbeam.

Current nail situation. I like coordinating my nails with nature.

Someone is giving us their old exercise bike. I’m supposed to pick it up tonight. Between the treadmill, free weights, Kettlebells and medicine ball and all the other exercise equipment cluttering up our house we ought to look like this by now, eh? (note: ewwww)