February 13th, 2003


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I am a fucking rockstar today! You can't escape my brilliant ass!

First, there's the Sit & Spin ad in the stranger. The listing for tonight. At the end. Who's that? IT'S ME, BABY!

Then, the actual event tonight. That'll be me up there rockin' you.

Also, a valentine addressed to me in the Stranger. That's two appearances in one issue!

And finally, my kick ass review of Hot Hot Heat is up on threeimaginarygirls.com.


I'm gonna fucking pop!

I've been getting a steady stream of phone calls from friends since about 11 last night as they've been arriving in Vegas for the rally. OH man I wish I was going tonight. Right fucking now. We're so gonna tear that place down. Awwwwwwwww yeah!

In other news, I'm sick of hearing people talk shit about the French. Now, I've never been one to have nice things to say about the French (except for a few of them), but just because they won't join us in the schoolyard in beating up on the weird brown kid doesn't mean we should be flexing at them.

I'm worried about the direction this is all going. What if this gets to the point where the dopey cowboy in Washington goes on another one of his "If you're not with us, you're the enemy" kicks? Then does that mean we hate France and Germany? Maybe this was Saddam's plan the whole time. Let us fight with each other so we quit worrying about what he's doing. Ah... it's probably not THAT bad YET, but still something to think about, I guess.