GEEZ!

i don't know what to say for myself. i know i haven't much felt like hanging around this place although i'm not exactly sure why. partly i think i was sick of looking at that white page, so i had to do something about that. time for a new layout. besides that, what can i say? boys make me do crazy things. i don't know what the last boy had to do with me boycotting this thing, but it was somehow indirectly involved. that one STUNG! says one thing, does another. i'm sure i coulda done that wild one some good, but whatever. his loss. ANYWAY...

where to start? i've been in one of my anti-social slumps lately, so just about the only time i go out anymore is to go to shows. i keep seeing uncle scratch's gospel revival and they make me laugh so hard every time. saw gito gito hustler/the spunks and was so glad i went. i skipped town with greg the bunny to see the feelers/the carbonas and despite the mini-disaster that the trip turned into, it was worth it. was disappointed when i saw throw rag but at least gogol bordello was entertaining. before hurrying to the tower to see 9 shocks terror one nite, i went with beth and amy to the ultimate doowop show featuring the tune weavers, the earls, the toys, the dell vikings, the bobbettes, the soul stirrers, gene chandler, and the drifters. one of those drifters dudes is almost 90 years old, so it was incredible to see him rocking out up there. as much as he could, of course. i finally made it to moe's tavern to see regulations/no peace/the homo stupids -- and yes, it DOES exist! the dead boys show was cool, i never thought i would get to see them live even if it wasn't all of them. mags spotted me in the front row right away, even if i had zombie makeup and blood all over my face. the tyrades show the other day was effing AMAZING. i never wanted it to end, it was too short. i need to see them again asap.

hot trash is doing AWESOME. we've had guests like art building (from this moment in black history) and boxcar satan (from TX). we got asked to dj at moe's, so i think we are going to do that soon. you will have to come drink some beers and hang with us. one nite some random boys called up the station and asked what we wanted from rallys. i told him french fries. a half hour later he called back and told us to let him in with the fries. i asked him if i knew him and he said "heck no!" i went downstairs and there they were, 2 strange boys with rallys for us. haha fuckin GREAT. when mags was in town for the dead boys show last week, he and his wife beth came on hot trash the next day. it was way fun. we played part 2 of "do you speak french?" and he brought this hilarious 45 that hilly krystal (cbgbs owner/dead boys manager) put out. it was a christmas record about a pig and it was called "mud." it was the best. last wednesday there was a big article in the free times about college radio, and hot trash was mentioned. there was quotes from me and beth and everything, haha. this week is our station's radiothon, so call up hot trash and donate money to us! we have cool premiums you can only get on our show, like autographed dead boys stuff and an autographed guitar wolf dvd (including billy, r.i.p.!)

a few years ago, we attempted to pet a dolphin. this refers to the phenemenon of doing something that is a "once in a lifetime opportunity!" (thanks for that one, chris rahel) anyway, the dolphin i am referring to in this case is pauly shore, who we tried to meet when me, beth, matt chastity and kevin went down to the flats where he was doing a stand-up show. we were too young at the time to get in, so we listened to his show from out in the hallway. we wanted to take a picture with him, so we waited around in the lobby afterwards. we saw him talking to some people, so we patiently waited our turn. then, being the passive and shy individuals we are, we watched him walk backstage with some fat girls and some trays of salad and he never came back out. dang! but we finally got our chance. my parents took me and beth to see pauly shore at the improv (ha!) because we are indeed old enough now. so not only did we finally see his show (decent) but we also got to take a picture with him afterwards. score! dolphin petted. i still have to get the pictures developed.

i made my mom buy me rolling stones pajamas for christmas.

i am really hatin on life lately! but i am trying to put all that aside for now, because this week is gonna be very exciting. the craziness will begin wednesday nite and won't stop for DAYS. this is how i see things going: no work or school for 4 days in a row. broke as FUCK, but not caring too much. helping ryan/rotty/russ romance dj at sidetraxxx on wednesday nite at the horriblefest pre-party. meet matt from chicago. be his horriblefest girlfriend?!? wake up thursday and do any last minute preparations/errands! horriblefest begins thursday nite at the beachland tavern. hug steve from the radio beats. rock the fuck out. the butchers, the radio beats, the trailer park tornadoes, jeffery novak one man band, the king kahn and bbq show, the black lips. pajama party at the sugar shack with the blowtops, the butchers, some catholic boys, whoever else...play TWISTER as requested by the blowtops. wake up and eat cinnamon rolls. take a caravan to the record store to visit charles. find out how to get to the black list! rock out on friday nite. the homo stupids, holy shit!, shoot it up, rat traps, wolfdowners, king louie one man band, clockcleaner, blowtops, human eye. pajama party time. maybe kinda tired by this point. wake up for the saturday matinee show at moe's! rot shit, pet monster, fashion fashion and the image boys, mcshitz, the creteens, kill the hippies, cider. take a breather. put on a dress? run to the beachland ballroom for the final show of horriblefest. the jeffs, the krunchies, upstab, functional blackouts, cuntpuppet, feelers, catholic boys, jabbers. say goodbyes? pajama party time? in any event, SLEEP HARD. ohmygosh i can't fucking wait.

i hope this made up for lost time. SEE YOU AT HORRIBLEFEST, SUCKERS!

xoxo