hey Melissa, remember that DJ we were looking for? Strangely, in the course of my sporadic social networking I became a member of Twitter, this is because of twittermoms which is a nascent but lucrative sub-spot of twitter and it’s kind of a phenomenon. I joined and almost immediately twitterers were telling me they were following me- why, I don’t know. I sent messages to lowerhaight mom and nakedbollocks telling them thanks for being “there” but I wasn’t going anywhere and didn’t really know how to.
anyhoo, to use an irritating colloquialism, next thing I know, twitter is alerting me that DJ YouKnowWho is following me.
You could have knocked me down with a feather, I mean, DJ YouKnowWho & I aren’t even fakecrack friends and conversation has not characterized our relationship to date.
What a bizarre world, some semblance of me is being followed by local superstar djs & peeps who call themselves after their genitals, what next? Who the fuck might I be following? this beats the passive-aggressive one-upmanship of the fakewall!
Hats off to the funky hippies in the photo- they opened up a squat in some huge old mansion in Belgravia owned by Kuwait or somewhere- they have changed the locks and are busy giving each other piggy-backs and making art!
Tags: fakecrack, superstar DJs, twitter
