joan jett is playing at my house in the basement. shove me against the wall of the garage and tear the hem of my skirt so i won't try to keep you from doing it. press me up against the windshield so that all that is left of me is a smear of body heat dangling against the crackling glass. tell me to shut up and i will because i can scream better than the runaways. 

H. and I are going to rebel - we took our initiatory step this evening.