Friday, January 28, 2005

Another Hell Yeah.
Can we get one for Ms. C? Just because she's my girl and I think she might need one.
Hell Yeah.

Rock show tonight, if you consider violas rockin'
It's my own fault. I can't live the rock and roll lifestyle and keep up a career that requires me to be at work before the sun comes up. It's just not plausible.

Tonight I cast off the shackles of the working class, drink some coffee and stay up late to show my support to the man I call my husband and to the band he calls Venice is Sinking.

With a record almost done it's only a matter of time before you head to LA for fame and fortune Velvet Revolver style. We need a semi-washed up frontman that you can parade around stage to bring in the big crowds. I hear Brett Michaels is available. Wait, I said semi-washed...

Realistically, I'm just looking for someone to agree to drive so that I don't have to take myself home tonight.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

oh, and my throat sort of hurts.

As an amendment to Ms. C's latest post, I'm always bitterly disappointed when I see a photo of a comedian that I find clever and imagine, in my mind's eye, to be terribly cute in a nerdy, indie-rock sort of way.
That is never the case. While they may still be terribly clever, they are seldom the match aesthetically.

The short list of things that I'm really into on 1/27/05
Stone Ponies
my beginning art classes
pink legwarmers
letters to the editor
local news
York Peppermint Patties

Big Gray is feeling better, so my overall quality of living has vastly improved.
He's really awesome. Can I get a 'hell yeah'?

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Good news for those of you with average intelligence and reading comprehension issues!
You can get away with murder. Or at least bringing drugs to school.

Meanwhile, if you don't qualify for any special ed modifications, when you dye your hair pink we're kicking you the fuck out.

Monday, January 24, 2005

Thank god the agent is back...
Now I don't have to feel the pressure of keeping this tank alive all on my own.

I just wrote and immediately erased three paragraphs of tripe.
Consider yourselves lucky.

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