yesterday was the 27th anniversary of elvis bein d-e-a-d. i meant to write in here yesterday when it actually would have mattered, but oh well. he's still dead. i'm sad that we aren't there in graceland for tribute week right now. i bet it's pretty neat. i'm sorry that i have to be living now when everything is LAME and i couldn't be living it up rocknroll style in 1958 or some shit. dizzam!

sunday was the long overdue hangout time with andy. we watched "wild zero" and punk rock porn. he is a good kid, and i am going to miss him when he leaves the damn country, which is soon. last nite andrew, ben and tony came over. i babysat them, and we watched "the virgin suicides." i am happy to announce that ben and i are getting married! i am sorry that we didn't tell you sooner, andrew. i hope you don't mind paying his share of the rent when he moves into the sugar shack. heh.

today beth and i went grocery shopping. that's not so odd. what was unusual was when we were sitting in the car about to drive away, and a man slightly resembling our english teacher poked his head almost in our window and said, "party on, girls!" i am glad that he could recognize a couple of rockers when he sees them...but i don't think either one of us was saying a word at the time. nor do i think the radio was even on, let alone turned up full volume to something awesome like "here i go again" by whitesnake. what made that guy say that to us (and what made him think it was a good choice of words as well) shall likely remain a mystery. party on indeed!

i also hung out with little matt tonite, who is nice enough to ask how my hashbrowns are but is often too busy to talk to me. i'm torn.

xoxo