life is considerably lame lately, but hopefully that will pass soon.

one thing that is really exciting is that we are getting new hot trash shirts made up, featuring a design drawn by our friend and yours, jon thomas. here is what the new shirts will look like in white print on a black shirt:

so if you read this and want one then definitely let us know because last time they were all gone pretty much as soon as we got them. and our pal mags promised to wear his proudly at the benefit for cbgb's next month, which he told us is "getting press sent worldwide." hey, neat.

my date never happened because boys are stupid. the one in question=still not a dirtbag, but stupid all the same. luckily we did get to see cody dove last week, and he wrung our necks and called us "little maniacs." that was not stupid of him, probably because he is a man and men generally are not scared of girls. i sound like i am babbling, don't i? sorry. i know what i mean, even if you don't.

here is a story that beth told me. i know that i am a terrible person for finding it incredibly amusing. but i will console myself with the fact that no one really knows what was going on there, and maybe it was all just a joke. so the other nite at approximately 12:30am, beth was on her way to her boyfriend's house and she pulled out onto state road. two boys running full speed ran out right in front of her car and almost got their fool selves killed. she looked to see what they were running to, and it was a kid that was crossing state road on crutches. when he got to the other side of the street, the two boys ran up to him, took his crutches, PROCEEDED TO BEAT HIM WITH HIS OWN CRUTCHES for a minute or two, ran off with the crutches, and left the kid there on the sidewalk. there were people around and no one did anything, so i am assuming he was fine and that maybe they were just fucking around. the part that always gets me is that they beat him with is own crutches. like katie said, "that's like kicking your own ass." hahahahaha. oh man. move over, satan. hell, here i come.

i don't know if i've mentioned this before...but our uncle bob has a habit of telling us stories about him in his underwear. this apparently doesn't seem odd to him, but i think all of us kids always question his motives after he is done with his storytelling. i guess he just knows that we have such an immature sense of humor that we love stories about things like underwear and toilets and farting. so anyway, before it was the story of the missing ring that he found in his underwear. this time, he informed us that he was outside in his backyard at 11:30pm one nite, playing his keyboard in his underwear. he thought this was a safe idea because he figured his neighbors couldn't see him, or that they would be asleep already. no such luck. a few days later, his neighbor saw him outside and said "i saw you barbecuing in your underwear the other day!" and uncle bob corrected him, "i wasn't barbecuing, i was playing my keyboard!" as he explained to us, "the guy was drunk. that's why he thought i was barbecuing." HAHA. LIKE PLAYING YOUR KEYBOARD IN YOUR UNDERWEAR IN THE BACKYARD IS ANY LESS STRANGE! sober OR drunk! ahhhahaha.

the reigning sound show the other nite was way fun. it was one of those shows where you feel like it is a party because you know everyone there, and those people all know how to rock really hard. it was great hangin with party people like feowyn, greg the bunny, jon thomas, charlie (ha!), charles, felipe, johnny, those vista cruisers boys, lachlan my best friend, mr. rottyman, etc. we tried to have an impromptu party when the show was over, but by then it was after 2am so it just turned into a small ice cream social. me, beth, greg the bunny, jon thomas and felipe sat around having rootbeer floats and talking about fartchairs and too-long nipple hairs. we laughed at iggy pop's ocelot shop and felipe wouldn't stop eating the chair. it was a good nite.

the fourth of july was stupid because i was in a bad mood and i decided i didn't care about fireworks anyway. i told beth, amy, tim and matt to go without me and i sat here laughing at lemmy and megadeth for being scared. then i watched a cramps video with eric, the one from '78 in the mental hospital. for the record, that was probably the best idea anyone could ever have, to film a rocknroll show in a mental hospital.

tonite was are going to see the adicts and the dickies. i am actually excited. i think they are fun. i need fun.

xoxo