my body decided it had enough of this nonsleeping business and decided to sleep its ass off today. after a healthy round of practice, i shut off the lights at 2 a.m. and the when i opened my eyes it was noon. i was gonna miss the 12:20 showing of Garden State i had made [...]

i have to stop thinking about THE CONCERT of the century. because everytime i think about it my heart starts to race all goofy and i think i might be having a heartattack.
i started to panic a little sure that i wouldn’t get tickets. the quest isn’t all that big and well, come on BOB [...]

from the strib:
A who’s-who from Minneapolis’ legendary indie-rock scene of the 1980s has been lined up for an Oct. 23 concert at the Quest to benefit Soul Asylum bassist Karl Mueller, who recently battled throat cancer.
Paul Westerberg (ex-Replacements), Bob Mould (Hüsker Dü), the Gear Daddies, Soul Asylum and some incarnation of the all-star group Golden [...]

part of me hopes he’s in love and that’s why he hasn’t returned my phone calls or e-mails. i didn’t realize just how very much i missed the TTHM until the song “Dress Rehearsal Rag” came up in the iTunes party mix. i heard that early strumming of the guitar and as soon as [...]

yummy! yummy! yummy!

“are you gonna cry?” i asked her my voice starting to crack.
sister #3 just nodded her head, her eyes filling with water, which caused the tears in my own eyes to overflow.
“why are you crying?” i asked.
“because it’s just so sad,” she said.
we were in the midst of the infamous interview, and she had asked [...]

there will be no good words here today. i’m drowning in the flood of unbearable, inexplicable sadness and self-pity brought on, i think, by my lack of sleep. i haven’t slept well since i got back from the cabin off of bloody hook lane. perhaps it’s all hormonal with PMS waiting to rear its ugly [...]

last month or the month before or something damon, smel and i were sitting at grumpy’s for the post-loft grumpfest and the song “Panama” by Van Halen came on the jukebox. i squirmed in delight eagerly anticipating my favorite part of the song. you know the part where david lee roth gets all sorta breathy [...]

so yeah, is there really any reason on earth you shouldn’t enter this contest and should you win give me the genuine autographed paul westerberg guitar? i didn’t think so.

ok, here’s a theory for you to completely disregard. what i’m talking about here is the flash crush. you know that crush you get on someone for about 10 minutes and then you’re over it. it’s the crush that ends as soon as you realize that making out with this person isn’t quite as yummy [...]

“you know i was thinking about something this morning that’s just gonna piss you off,” the wondergeek said, pausing for a moment outside my cell.
“what?”
“martin is more talented than paul,” he said and bolted, leaving me to gasp and clutch at my chest to make sure i was still breathing.
moments later he was back.
“what?” i [...]

i slept like crap in the newly rearranged bedroom. so did the cats who couldn’t quite figure out what in the hell was going on in there and spent most of the night meowing oddly and sniffing around the bed.
i am sour-faced today, angry and lonely about things that i cannot even begin to [...]

the next time i decide to move my bed at 9 p.m. in hopes of changing the bad mojo in my bedroom would someone kindly tell me not to? it’s not like moving my bed back to the other wall, the scene of the very last time i had sex with another human in my [...]

as some of you may remember, i am sorta allergic to bee stings. in fact, i almost died once from a bee sting. this weekend i got stung again. it hurt and i think it was mostly my fault. see, the bees were sorta hanging about as FFJ and i hung out on the porch [...]

you know that when your biggest dilemma of the day is whether to:
A.) go sit on the fabulous blue couch and read that book of french short stories you just got or,
B.) start the laundry
your life really isn’t as rough as you thought it was.