Let's avoid talking about that place. We'll call it "skull."

Well I guess I need to say one thing. The main thing I hate is the overpriviliged males I'm surrounded by. It sucks listening in on their conversations in math class and not being able to discuss a book in English because they're too busy yammering on about sports...and the teacher isn't cool enough to hunker them down and make them want to pick up a novel and read. But anyway.

It was one sunny fucking afternoon! I wish I had taken pictures, but my fingers were a little oily. I put on the soul compilation that came with the issue of Mojo and fixed up my bike. I put my tread onto my new rim (yesssssss), pumped up my tires, tuned my breaks, took the rust off of and oiled my chain... It was so so therapeutic.

So do I blog so much to fulfill a need? Did I not post on message boards enough growing up?

Oh I also did record this song today, kind of a cover of "Where Is My Mind?". Listen?


Does anyone know good places to hang promotional materials around Kennett and West Chester? I joined Matador Records' street team and they sent me like four CDs (three being the as yet unreleased Mountain Goats, Cat Power and Jack Penate records. The other is the St. Vincent record which I have had...) and all these posters and stickers i have to distribute/hang in prominent places. I hope I don't let them down! Haha, stupid, but I fucking love Matador. Just go, listen to Matador at Fifteen. It's like, the best unsung compilation. Christian tells me What's Up Matador? is good too.

So we got this great The Office calendar, one of those rip the piece of paper off every day things... It has a quote on every day...kind of obvious. Today: "Ah, this is our receptionist Pam... Pam has been with us...forever...If you think she's cute now you should have seen her a couple of years ago. Meow."- Michael.

I love it like I love breathing.