She’s half rockstar, half cheerleader, half gutter punk, and half Kimmy Gibbler, and my own personal style hero. Growing up, I wanted to be her. I wanted to wear leotards without irony and sleep in line for Ramones tickets. I wanted to become an honorary Ramone and have inexplicable costume changes while we chaotically run around the school and then burn it to the ground. I guess what I’m saying is, I love you Riff Randell and this Bizarro world version of Grease. And I blame you for my fashion sense.
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Love the Ramones...great post!
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