July 1995. Monday. I watched TV, made quesadillas, and did homework all day. I still dont believe in love. On the 21st, MTV calls the winners of the Reading Festival contest. I entered twice. I cried watching General Hospital today. I live in a ghost town RAT HOLE and I hate it here. Ive got some work to do before participating in the bimonthly reading series Salon of Shame (just what it sounds like), but Im sure I can dig up something way worse than that. Weve recommended this always-sold-out event before, and when it appeared at Bumbershoot this year, organizer Ariel Meadow Stallings told our Brian Miller: The funniest readings are the ones that are over the top in their angst or passion or anger or self-loathing. The lack of perspective is part of the joy of the readings.