28 March 2004---10:28a

Why am I blogging instead of packing for Vegas? Because I had a dream about Huey Lewis last night and I feel I must record the occurrence for posterity. I was pack in high school and he was there (I have no idea why) for some assembly involving a film we were going to watch. I refered to him as "Mr. Lewis". I tried to get my Mom to take a picture but she was trying to get all artsy. I never got my picture OR an autograph but I DID get to sit next to him during the film.

I will make up for this faux pas by meeting Mamie van Doren and getting HER autograph at one of the horror conventions next weekend.

VIVA!

28 March 2004---12:09a

YEEHAW! One set of plans get cancelled and then out of nowhere you get to drink with your pals at a big bar party, rock out to Kill The Hippies, and then sing "Zoinks!" at the top of your smoke-filled lungs while shuffling a highly entertaining drunk friend home (and by "home", I mean your own couch because they NEVER make it to 12 beers no matter how hard they try but they get JUST drunk enough to make driving home an impossibility). These are the weekends that make life worth livin'!!!

I'm going to Vegas tomorrow. See y'all in April! VIVA!

You act like a turtle but I know that you're not. I colored you purple in my coloring book last night. Across from your picture I glued one of me so when I closed it we could be cheek to cheek ON PAGE FIVE! WHOA!

25 March 2004---9:30a

Who knew we would make it to 1 year? I certainly didn't, I'll tell you that much! I'm going to wish myself a Happy 1 Year Anniversary(it's the paper anniversary so fork over your cash!) because I consider it QUITE an accomplishment and a special occasion INDEED!

Last night, what was supposed to be a birthday gathering for my Mom was actually a surprise anniversary party for us kids. We even had a wedding cake, which was totally abscent at the actual wedding. And gifts!! We got our first wedding gifts...also abscent since the actual wedding (wah). New dishes, glasswear, pillows, picture frams, CASH...the whole event really destroyed any ill feelings I had about my family's disintrest in my union. It was a rad evening and just what I needed.

For my paper anniversary, I recieved plan tickets to Las Vegas. I don't want to jinx anything, but right now, I don't feel like things could get any better. I'm in a swell mood, MARK THIS DOWN ON YOUR CALENDARS, Y'ALL! And ask me how I'm going to spend my special day. I'll tell ya...I'm going to dinner and a movie with The Knife because my husband (of 1 year) has to work. So responsible!!

Enough babble. Las Vegas preparations need to me made and I am the one who needs to make them! Feel free to send your anniversary greetings my way!!!

22 March 2004---9:32p

THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY LIFE (inspired by Little Erin).
Opening credits: "Chick Habit" by April March
Waking Up: "Freeman" by The Gears
Average Day: "Hyper Enough" by Superchunk, "Untamed and Useless" by FYP
1st Date: "Took My Baby Home" by The Kinks
Falling In Love: "My One Desire" by Stray Cats, "Cupid's Victim" by Tiger Army
Love Scene: "Kath" by Sebadoh, "Marigold" by Nirvana
Fight Scene: "All Bottled Up" by Counter Clockweyes, "If You Want Blood" by AC/DC
Breaking Up: "Heart of Chrome" by The Persuaders, "Walking After You" by Foo Fighters
Getting Back Together: "(The Best Part of) Breaking Up" by The Ronettes, "I'll Come Running" by Murder City Devils
Secret Love: "If You Want It Enough" by Johnny Burnette, "You Gave Your Love To Me Softly" by Weezer
Life's OK: "Everything's Gonna Be Alright" by Problematics
Mental Breakdown: "Sick City" by The Fuses, "Mindbender" by The Drags, "Shut Up" by Allergic To Whores
Driving: "More Than a Feelin'" by Boston
Learning a Lesson: "All I've Lost" by Kings of Nuthin'
Deep Thought: "How to Disappear Completely" by Radiohead
Flashback: "Sleepwalk" by Santo & Johnny
Partying: "Dance Dance Dance" by The Beach Boys, "Oriental Rock" by The 5678s
Happy dance: "The Casbah" by Los Straightjackets, "The Girl Can't Dance" by Bunker Hill
Regrets: "When I Hear Your Name" by Teen Idols, "I Want To Go Back" by Eddie Money
Long Night Alone: "For No One" by The Beatles
Death Scene: "Going Down To Die" by Danzig
Closing Credits: "Kiss Me, Son of God" by They Might Be Giants

***subject to editing***

21 March 2004---5:37p

I've been an insane painting machine for the past week and I am trying as hard as possible to harness this incredible feeling! I've got 4 different pieces currently in the works because I cherish the option to work on one and then totally switch grears to another. I find it fascinating how each piece evokes completely different feelings in me. For being the Jimmy-leg queen, I have the steadiest hand which also blows my mind. I love to paint more than I love anything or anyone in the world, have I mentioned that? When I move into a house, I'm totally going to convert a bedroom or the basement into a studio with everything EXACTLY the way I want it and then I plan on paiting myself to death. Feel free to come down and visit me before I turn into Georgia O'Keefe or worse...Jackson Pollack!!

I've got an art show in the works and that's turning me on...H-O-T to the MAX! I may have a piece or two in a show that's already cooking followed by one of my own. There may or may not be bands playing where my work will be showcased, I'm leaving all the details in someone elses capable hands. I'll do this work and leave the boring details for someone else to weed through. Either way, it would be nice to see friendly faces there when the viewing takes places, even if in all actuality you could come to my house and see them. I don't think it would carry the same ambiance.

YEEHAW for The Statler Brothers! We won $10 in bar bucks last night playing music trivia. Between that and getting to hear the 10 minute muffin joke (they were blueberry this time around), it was an all-around smashing success and I look forward to a repeat next weekend! It felt fan-fucking-tastic just to get out of this town and drink and dance with my crew. I swear, everyday I get 2 steps closer to putting Operation Runaway into effect because if I stay here one minute longer, my brain will turn to mush and I'll become a scenester. Anyway, if you missed last night, and in turn missed Switchblade peeing on the sidewalk screaming, 'Hey! Wait up!", you missed a rockin' good time. A 3:00a home-arrival never looked or felt so good!

I was told I had unraveled the mystery of clevage last night. I'm accomplishing more and more goals everyday!

20 March 2004---12:43p

It seem as though no one will be going to high school baseball games this year. I think I need to throw up.

19 March 2004---4:35a

When I run away, I will go somewhere "springy" all year round.
When I run away, I will change my name to Roxanne L'Fever.
When I run away, I will make and eat HUGE salads.
When I run away, I will have a porch swing.
When I run away, I will play chess with an old man every Wednesday.
When I run away, I will dress fashionably and wear high heels.
When I run away, I will never cry again.
When I run away, I will learn to play the cello.
When I run away, I will grow my hair long and have a white skunk stripe.
When I run away, I will be friends with everyone in the neighborhood.
When I run away, I will send The Knife funny postcards and pictures.
When I run away, I will quit smoking.
When I run away, I will be a local and well respected artist and carpenter.
When I run away, I will be arrested once for skinny-dipping.
When I run away, I won't have Insomnia.

18 March 2004---11:41a
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Led Zepplin "Led Zepplin IV"

I've got to get out of this place, STAT, or die trying! 1 day until a rockin' bar outing, 2 days until Lazy Cowgirls, 6 days until the celebration of making it through one HELLISH year (what a fucking fiasco), and 9 days until I'm Vegas bound! Can you feel my skull rattling? I feel like I'm going through Heroin withdraw! I swear, I've seriously contemplated running away like 3 times in the past week! I'm going to paint just to pass the time...I'm the only one who will care about that, no doubt.


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16 March 2004---2:02p

I just got home from a Columbus trip cut FAR too short by a hideous, mood-altering cold. I am utterly miserable and I think even that is a tame suggestion worthy of more vile adjectives.

I woke in the middle of the night to find myself so stuffy and plugged up that the side of my face actually hurt from the touch of my own hand. My throat is too raw and red to swallow, my ears are itchy, ringing, and throbbing, my head is pounding and tight, and I'm spitting up the darkest green matter I've ever had the displeasure of expelling. Needless to even say, I am very unhappy.

I think the rest of this day is going to find me under my covers paying minimal attention to whatever television program of movie I leave on the screen. My tears are rolling slowly and silently and they are very hot which is mysterious. I think I repay for my sins with the time I spend being ill. I guess I will carry this compromised immune system like a weapon of penance.

I haven't felt this bad in a long time. I hate that I drove all the way to Columbus to try and cheer up and spend time with Queen B. (we were scheduled to watch flicks that no one else will watch with me in her new huge bed today) and I wind up driving home in disaster weather trying to focus on a visially blurred landscape. I'm having a pink panty meltdown.

There’s no time to lose, I heard her say. Catch your dreams before they slip away. Dying all the time. Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind. Ain’t life unkind?

14 March 2004---10:14a
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Peter Cetera "Glory of Love".

Chatter chatter chatter! I wrote this babbling long entry and it was GARBAGE laced with TRASH so pffffffffft, off you go to the pits of Hades with all the other fizzle that no one gives an owl about. That's right y'all, I said OWL!

Important facts from last evening, specifically for future nostalgia purposes:
I miss The Pack but 3 out of 5 still swings!
No NCAA championship for Kent State this year.
Preeeeeeeemo parking!
Was haunted by some old ghosts...met new ghosts.
What's that? Nailpolish.
Nightbreed is a good band, contrary to popular hopes.
LITTLE RUG BUG!
Dream birthday show: They Might Be Giants, Stray Cats, The Rev.
Best birthday show: ATW, Kill the Hippies, McCarthy Commission, Elmer.
This Moment...IN ROCKIN' HISTORY! WOOT! WOOT!
Heard some things that needed to be said and actually believed them.
Got some encouragement that I wasn't getting anywhere else.
"You do things at your own pace."
Art show opportunity presented!! Commissioned for work!!
Drunk Switchblade + splintered drum stick in the pants = FUN FOR EVERYONE!
Brodie is crushing on the bass player for Interfuse. SHOCKER.
"You do the work."
The time came to cut myself off from "the fuel for the rockin' machine".
I got a sticker and a pin and you didn't!
Brodie and I agree to see Nightbreed again.
Brodie and I DISagree that last night was the best show this year so far.
Missed the exit...AGAIN!
Post e-mail from my husband, fell asleep lonely to Futurama.
HELLO HANGOVER SUNDAY!!

I have decided once and for all that my headstone will either say "I didn't need no instrctions to know how to ROCK!" or "Some may say I was robbing the cradle but I say he was robbing the GRAVE!". BWAHAHAHAHAH, as the Knife would say.

Guys and girls, gather around, I'm gonna tell you a story.

11 March 2004---9:27p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Weezer "Pinkerton".

Thank the Lord up on his all golden and very plush throne in Heaven, MY NEPHEW MADE THE 1st CUTS FOR THE HIGH SCHOOL BASEBALL TEAM!!! This had me sweatin' bullets, I'll tell you what. If I would have gotten the OTHER phone call tonight, I would have been SOBBING MY BRAINS OUT, you mark my words. I can still feel that "freak out" all welled up inside me because I felt the need to be prepared, as those pesky Boy Scouts say. SWEET RELIEF!

I'll be able to sleep soundly tonight knowing that the (first part of) the worst part is over...for now. They cut 14-16 kids tonight out of the 20 that need to take a hike in all. Hopefully, my nephew won't be one of the few that has the glory of making it through 1st cuts but winds up on the chopping block any way. I want this so badly because I know how badly he wants it. Please cross your fingers for success through final cuts...after which I expect to see all y'all at a game looking festive! This kid could wind up in the major leagues and take care of his favorite aunt and uncle someday!

Being the doof that I am, I can't stop thinking about the kids who DID get cut today and how they probably went home and acted like it was no big deal so they would seem manly and mature but will probably cry in their post-practice shower. I feel sick to my stomach for those kids and wish there was room for everyone, though I know there's not. At least I have something I can release this pent up cry over. I am actually going to CRY over hypothetical high school baseball team cuts. Sigh...

Who knew I could write this much about baseball?

Rebel souls with their shadows of mystery, tough to the last, are becoming just a part of our history. Memories from the past. What happened to the heroes of yesterday, where have they gone? Their vision's too important to fade away, we'll have to carry it on.

11 March 2004---9:04a

I stole crayons from The Macaroni Grill because the beige crayon was called "Parmesan" and the brown crayon was called "Portobello". Once, I had a red "Roma Tomato" crayon but I wasn't on a stealing kick then. I wonder what other clever Italian ingredient crayons they offer? My favorite thing on Sesame Street when I was young was the stock footage of how Crayola Crayons are made. I wanted to eat the crayons...I think that's where that whole thing began. Top notch! I wish I could get paid for making crayons!

2 finals down, 2 to go. YEEHAW for EDUCATION!

I am officially a Pirate in the eyes of the government. I shed my last name yesterday at the BMV and the Social Security office. some of you may always look upon me as a Wench, and that's OK. I can dig it. That last name was good to me for the past 25 years. I've just never been real up on keeping my maiden name or the dorky hyphenating thing. Pffffft. Too much work. Most exciting part? New initials. I'm closer to the front of the alphabet now. ROCK!

Under my rib cage hurts something fierce. My head hurts, too, and I have no pain killing agents. Hearing Eddie Munster say, "That would be boss!", did help to dull the pain a smidge!

Drink black-black coffee. Dress fit to slaughter. Wash my face in ice-cold water!!

10 Wednesday 2004---9:10a

I read someone's thoughts on on-line diaries today and I learned that this thingamajigs (not to be confused with the heart-clogging satisfaction of the deep-fried fish-a-ma-jigs), could possibly be tools of the self-absorbed! I relish that idea to it's fullest capacity because not ONLY am I trying to make an entertaining recount of my final days on this planet (I'm sure I'll catch ebola soon enough) but I'm trying to leave a lasting imprint of myself on every human being because you're not cool unless you're somehow liked to ME or my crew memebers. I mean after all, who loves me more than ME!? I think trying to answer that would be an exercise in impossibility!

Charlize Theron + 10 million smackers = Aeon Flux on the big screen.

So, MTV called me. Yep, THE MTV (right inbetween my hot calls from Elizabeth Taylor and Christopher Walken...perhaps I should have made musical references. Bah). I tried to wrestle my way on to one of their new-fangled television programs and by golly, I guess my story of heartbreak and relationship dysfunction along with my confusing and someone stomach-turning sense of style plucked at the heart-strings of those folks! I had a 1/2 interview (during which I did ballet moves around my office/studio room) followed by a request for a 5 minute tape of me and the Mister interacting with each other for a little mannerism dissection. All of this could add up to 3 days at the ultra swanky Palms Hotel and Casino...but this would mean 4 plane trips and 8 days in sunny Las Vegas in the span of 2 weeks (as my anniversary trip was already booked). Decisions, decisions...and y'all know I don't like to make decisions!! This could make me a bonafide STAR! I mean look at that trashbag Trishelle from the Real World...she was on a MTV show and now she's spreading her skank all across AMERICA (while simultaneously meeting and mingling with CELEBRITIES)! I just want to go to awards shows...ONE MEASLEY AWARDS SHOW! MTV should hire me to diss celebrities...there are so many out there that deserve a swift kick from my big leopard print shoes (there are some hard SOLES on those mothertruckers!) rather than a $10,000 goodie bag. Rank.

I have a make-up final today. I shall repeat "rank!" due to how un-motivated I am to break out the number 2 pencils. I'd just about rather be eating an eyeball like a grape rather than reading about the 1986 non-violent revolution in the Phillippines and the methods used OR the 1989 Pittston Coal Company strike and plant takeover. Just make sure you're thinking about me circa 12:15p...unless or course you are wacking off, pooping, or "making with the love". In those particular cases, I believe you need to focus.

Your sugar daddy and your money, well, they ain't gonna treat you right. You better do something baby whether wrong or right. Oh baby tonight's the night!

8 March 2004---10:56a
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: They Might Be Giants "John Henry".

I think 2 of the saddest songs ever written are "For No One" by The Beatles and "How To Disappear Completely" by Radiohead. I downloaded them so I could never listen to them again unless I need a good cry, which I don't right now.

I probably haven't said it enough but I sure am one lucky girl! Yesterday I was given my very first anniversary present EVER (in conjunction with the fact that my very FIRST anniversary is coming up) and it was a killer! My foxy husband of one year who loves me (and who recently started telling me so every day) is taking me on a 4 days, 3 nights trip to the site of our March 25th, 2003 nuptials, LAS VEGAS!! My head has seriously been swimming in a sea of glee since he told me...what a gift! He's picking up the tab for the room at the Excalibur as well as my plane ticket...since the 1st anniversary is paper, I'd like to think the actual ticket symbolizes that. I am so giddy that I have this permanent drunk smile plastered across my face!!

When I asked him why he wanted to do this, he told me that he really wanted to go on a trip for our anniversary and he thought that I needed to get away for awhile (which I do!). This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me and I had to explain why that was: I think any time that someone does something for the person they love and it's 100% unselfish and unconditional, not to mention the fact that this was all a surprise and I didn't have to lift a FINGER except to pick out a new bikini, it's romantic to the max. The MAX!! I am so excited that I think my head could just about explode!! March 28th can not come SOON ENOUGH!!

In other news, I am obsessed with my internship, my final was postponed to Wednesday, I haven't talked to Meg-Dog since Friday (what the EFF??), I FINALLY got to spend some quality time with Brodie and The Knife, and my entire case of the blues has been kicked to the curb! Viva Las Vegas! Sigh...I didn't want it come full circle to that but I can't help it!! I'm going to VEGAS with my HUSBAND who almost wasn't my husband ANYMORE!! If he's trying to make up for the horrible 6 weeks I suffered, he's getting off on a good foot!! Everyone, enjoy your Monday! I mean it! LIVE IT UP!

And it's no great mystery. If we change our minds, eventually, it's back to you and me.

6 March 2004---7:14p
MUSIC TO BLOG BY: Misfits "Earth AD".

So, I'm a married woman and everyone knows it now, mom and pop included. This should feel like a huge burden has been lifted and my brain has been freed but instead, it has caused me to cry every 5 minutes since I left Old Navy a few hours ago. All my life-long regrets are piling up, towering over me, and no doubt, they will soon topple, leaving no survivors. I should have tried better through college and picked a major I loved. I should have moved away and lived in a busy city working a funny job. I should have learned to play lots of instruments and taken boat loads of art classes. I should have had a real wedding so it didn't feel like something we did between lunch and dinner. I should have packed up and left the other day when I was full of determination and drive. Regrets certainly are things better left past haunting you in the present.

God bless you, Spin Magazine, for furnishing me with something to occupy my sad mind and accompany my Chinese food this Saturday evening. I know I'm a dud. Right now, I could really care less. March is shaping up to be a lot like February and January outside of the fact that I now have my companion back, probably only to drive him away by expressing human emotions that do not fall under the categories of "never-endingly chipper" or "retardedly optimistic". I feel like a Russian orphanage baby that actually feels pain when held. It's a bummer...I have some confidence that Ming Cheng will cheer me up. At least I know the woman working there feels worse than me.

A higher power certainly wants me to be unhappy because I can not find the movie "Back to the Beach" for rent at ANY video store! Possibilities on deck for tonight instead: Royal Tennenbaums, About a Boy, Secret of Nihm, Clue, Beetlejuice, Goonies. If I was a Goonie, I'd be Mouth. Meghan would be Bran because she's too sensible for Goonie antics. Switchblade would be Chunk because he's just effing ridiculous. I think The Knife would be Mikey...all insightful and chock full of pep talks. That's all I've got so far. Goonie Time!

My first baby is going to be a girl and I am going to breed her to marry The Knife. I'm not sure how her father will handle that but I make the transactions in THIS family!

I knew him when he was breathing. He was a good man. He was a young man. He was like you. He was like me. It could have been you. It should have been me.

4 March 2004---10:25a
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: Reverend Horton Heat "Holy Roller".

A little birdie (or Duckie to be exact!) told me that I am going to be kidnapped, most likely during the rainy month of April! But is it actually kidnapping when I have been forwarned to bring both a bathing suit and possibly a passport?? I was told that I do not allow myself to have any surprises in life so I'm going to go with the flow and enjoy the excitement!! I'll be the first to admit, I'm quite jazzed about this pre-meditated abduction...we could be going ANYWHERE! And I've never HAD a passport, let alone any stamps in it! Sandra Bullock's character in "While You Were Sleeping", which was a HUGE box office success mind you, spent the rest of her life with the fella that put a stamp in her passport. I like comparing my life to movie characters, unless of course they have Cancer or any other life threatening illness that would prevent them from being pseudo-spontaneously abducted for 3 sunshine filled days. YEEHAW! Is it April yet??

My dinner party was a roaring sucess (even with the noticeable abscences of both The Knife and Switchblade!), if I must say so myself. I don't want to, but I'll admit that I like the domestic side of life. Cooking makes me happy (and you thought only beer and nudity did that!) and I was happy that everyone seemed to enjoy (and no one died as a result of) what I had prepared. And Duckie was a HUGE help...I couldn't have done it without him. Rumor has it that next week's domestic display will be prepared by The Knife but we'll see if he remembered he said that! And a parting thanks to Meg-Dog for her delicious "I'm sure it went straight to my thighs" Amaretto di Amour cheesecake...and a parting fist-shake to Brokie for getting wine all over everything that was standing still in the kitchen!

Think Spring, y'all! It's right around the corner and I have faith that it will set our spirits soaring! Everyone has been a little down in the swamp for the last few weeks (including me...I've been a sad pup) and what we need is a heavy dose of SPRING to get our engines revving! Even just browsing the spring clothes on line (for Bahama-mama purposes) is making me purr!! Don't hold out on us, dear Spring! Come raise our spirits and give us Zephyr-patio worthy weather so we can have a repeat of the good beer-guzzlin' times of last year! The fact that it could possible be 67-70 degrees TOMORROW and then 37 with snow showers on MONDAY breaks my weather lovin' heart!

A mutual friends parents left town for a week so we raided their liquor stash, walked down to the river side.

1 March 2004---2:51p
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: Kings of Nuthin' "Get Busy Livin' or Get Busy Dyin'".

Welcome back, Pin-Up Girl! And don't any of y'all try and doubt my love for the ridiculous surfer fellas (for February rantin', go here) as they brought many a smile to an otherwise sour puss. I just couldn't connect with them like I did with this little harlot...but don't be surprised when another hussy steps in and takes her place! Cowboy Dave, my ultra hip and swanky webmaster, will be slapping a new scantily clad broad and accompanying colors up on this page "soon-ish". I think the cycle of change fits like a glove considering the chaos that January and February plopped down in my lap! So good bye cruel winter months and the surfers that defy you...make way for the half naked ladies of spring! YEEHAW!

So HELLO HOT STUFFS! I'm back in action so you can sit back, relax, and live what I call my "too-fast-for-love lifestyle" vicariously while you smoke, drink your coffee, or rub one off in order to start the day. A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste my friends, and I shall be neglectful no longer! I'll say that I did miss this almost daily ritual. So much has happened but the past should stay in the past. Why dwell when you can feel SWELL!?! That's right...I rhymed a rhetorical question and it made me feel fine!

You want to hear a good joke and have an extra 10 minutes set aside in your day? Why not give Johnny Switchblade a call? It's a rib-shakin' good time.

I have recently been bitten by the love bug, if y'all can believe that! It was so recent, that I can still see the raised pink bumb on my arm where the incident occurred. Oh...I'm sorry...that's just the site of my false positive TB test. I could have been quarantine and then where would y'all have gotten your source of entertainment and validation from? Back to my bite, it was inflicted by a bug that has been here before. What a lucky little girl I am! I'll tell you what, I'm countin' my lucky stars and I know my fella is, too, and he should be! I have been known to hold a grudge (bite your tongues...those days are gone!), especially when someone's done me wrong. But maybe some folks are right...maybe it takes a tragedy to get your mind churning properly. I've "got all my ducks in a row", so to speak! I've got my school junk in order, I've got an internship, I've got career goals (and I was afraid they'd NEVER come and I'd have to move to Ravenna and change my name to Dorothy), I've got my apartment how I've wanted it...I'm feeling swell all around and spending time on a fine lookin' fellas arm is just a really fabulous perk! My heart is on the mend...he's my Duckie and I'm his Girl.

You know what I love? The "Stay Gold" tattoos of the skulls of Sherri "Cherry" Valance and Dallas Winston on my feet, Switchblade's drunkin' chuckling, Meg-Dog's sonar snore, late night salads with XXX cheese, and waking up to find everyone is sleeping in ultra close proximity enjoying the easy listening sounds of the Digital Cable Music Channels. Makes life worth livn'!

I've contracted the "let's start a band" flu once again this year. Who's up for it? Who's amped? Who's ready to come on over hear and cut a rug? I really want to hop on the accordian train and get this silly thing in motion and I want The Knife to be my singer/song writin' co-collaborator. Are you in? Who else is jumpin' on the band wagon? Plently of toothless chicks and old wrinkly broads to go around, I'll tell you what! And there are so many opportunities to rock and so little time that I feel the need to spread the news to my fellow rock-n-rollers out there in the Metro-Clevo area! No excuses...I expect to see y'all at at least one of these fine pre-planned events and you better have your shaggin' shoes on and your lust for liquor in check! Au revoir, my little pets! Glad to have ya back!

Up Coming Rock-n-Rolly Events Worth Considering!
3/19 LOTH, Psychocharger, Cult of the PF @ Club 202 (Columbus).
3/21 Lazy Cowgirls @ Beachland.
3/27 Rockabilly Freakshow @ Nemeth's.
4/16 S.C.O.T.S. @ Beachland.
4/22 Wanda Jackson @ Beachland.
4/30 Deke Dickerson @ Beachland.
5/13-15 (?) Horizontal Action Blackout @ Empty Bottle (Chicago).
6/10 Reverend Horton Heat @ Beachland.
7/2-4 Heavy Rebel Weekender @ Millenium Center (Winston-Salem).

What do you do when there's nothin' left to say? What have you got to show at the end of the day? Lied to, beat down, and then double-crossed...but I try not to think about all I've lost, all I've lost, all I've lost!