@ Penny Fine: I’m following your blog now so let’s be interwebs besties.

@ harbinger: I am not dissing Allston house parties. They are the shit. Let’s make plans to drink there sometime. being that I am a “little girl who eats pills instead of food” I’m not enough to by booze.

@ Ed Lister: That is some kinda fantasy and I use “fantasy” not in the sexual sense but almost to connotate “delusion”. She carries that knife for protection. But if you’re into castration, death, and disembowelment…

@ Sir Fagsalot: Someone already made that observation so you just lost cool points (I believe it was “Lynda Barry”…unfortunately, probably not the real one). And funny how people call us “crazy”. The only person described as “crazy” in Part I (and yes, I used a Roman numeral because this is like some twisted, convoluted Lord of the Rings shit) is “Crazy Larry”.

@ Pumpkin: I’m just now realizing that my bedazzled scepter wouldn’t save me from getting shanked. I need to upgrade weapons-wise.

@ Matt Jasper: If you change “make” to “ask”, I might consider it. Imperative verbs are not my friend and they shouldn’t be yours.

@ thich quang duc: I think she was being “metaphorical”, but right on the money. Like Polly in “Girl, Interrupted”. Or protestors.

@ zlur: don’t waste your time. Read a book, instead. I am starting “A Confederacy of Dunces” again after a very long hiatus.

@ Swansoncide: I read Street Carnage regularly (as I told Lisa when she told me this is where the interview would run) for “Ask Barf” by Lesley Arfin so I am familiar with this site. And just in general, how Internet comments go.

@ Ghost of Claude Levi-Strauss: are you the guy who makes the pants? I have several pairs. Thanks.

@JuCIFER: Tits are unlikely. But I will give you the speculum from my next pelvic exam. Promise.

@ Miss Daphne: It’s not like there are no recordings or anything. They’re on my computer…sorry “recording equipment in the studio” because I’m such a bitch and I’m hogging everything. Even with a half-cracked screen I found a way to make my webcam work. I was ready to roll but I was only 50% of the operation. And then I had the idea to throw together some pics and make a cheap Windows Movie Maker movie with our cover of “Lua” playing as the music. It could still be done but as this article states, I am a fickle, cheap bitch and I’m hogging the equipment.

@ Anonymous: Think of a clever name and get back to me.

And you heard the songs we actually managed to record. There was just no mention of them in the article. Okay, you said “their first song.” Sorry. My bad.

Also, since you “really didn’t understand” what I meant, here is the exact message I sent you. We can all figure it out together and track my excitement to disappointment:

“Yeah, I’m handing my nuts over and bitching out. We degenerates are fickle like that. And that’s a direct quote.”

“I already have the link to this. i may have gotten the joke late but at least i got it. hahaha” The LOLs were sarcasm but there’s no specific font for that. Yet.

And I don’t do things like get in fights because as lame as this sounds, I don’t believe that violence solves things, especially the shit women tend to fight about *ahemfemalerelationalagression*. Having been beaten like a redheaded stepchild living with my uncle, why would I inflict that on someone else? So again, my apologies for not being “tough enough.”

Also, I don’t recall saying you were “getting rich and famous” for anything. I said that your life is “settled”. And let me clarify: do you have to monitor your actions and words in fear that you will be put into a hospital against your will? Has anyone ever said they’re going to “go crazy like you” to get some money and/or subsidized housing? Were you cockblocked from going to college last fall because the financial aid you filled out didn’t come through to pay for your courses because you messed up on the FASFA when you filled it out in the hospital with no help from anyone?

And yes, it does get to me when moral defunct cuntsicles say things about wanting to fuck my friend while holding a knife to her neck. But now, I am letting this go. You can’t please everybody and I’m not looking to. What am I supposed to do? Mail everybody who comments (which, you guys are totally badass because you used your names and everything! Who invited the cool kids? HIGH FUCKING FIVE!)a giant stack of papers on my psychosocial history? So, to whomever: you can make light of the fact that I deal with an illness but ultimately, none of them are paying the co-pays on my meds, or doing anything for me in general.

My ego got the best of me (I mean, the guy who founded VICE called me “inspiring?” OMFG!!!) and I was really excited to be interviewed for something. But now it’s just a waste of bandwith to me now. And yes,Lisa, I know it can’t be taken down and this isn’t your site or blahblahwhatevercakes but that doesn’t mean I can’t feel disappointed. In that article and now, in you.

Now I feel like I have to listen to “Heart of City”. Deuces.

It’s called Street Carnage. What “carnage” do you think it refers to?

Frankly, I was amazed at how kind these comments were. AMAZED.

I enjoyed both articles. I find these girls both charming and entertaining. Admittedly, some of that entertainment is prurient in nature. Pretty much par for the course for the Vice Family of Badass Entertainment. Not mean, but not nice either. Right?

This is the best part: “I offered to pay them fifty bucks to record me and Pumpkin, but I guess they were too busy shopping at Urban Outfitters and growing ironic mustaches.”