man, the dec used to be so cool. now it's just issue after issue full of people whining about various occurences in what they think is a humorous and witty manner. i mean, i can't knock them too much solely for that -- whining in a self-perceived witty way is basically my birthright. but i'm not officially PUBLISHING it for 20,000 people to consume and calling myself a news magazine.

i mean, this girl wrote about a boil on her ASS. fer chrissakes.

for those who are interested, this was the first column i wrote for the dec. just barely 19, and not all that good at the writing thing. but i like looking back over early articles. personal fave: the poem i wrote about birds outside my window when i was seven that got published in the school lit mag. i like to think my style has matured since then.

and for the record, i still feel that way about music store clerks.