for deciding to have a Summer Tour. I was sorely disappointed that I could not attend last Friday’s show in San Jose, which broke my vow of seeing you every time you come to the Bay Area. Luckily, I know what the fuck I’M doing come August 20th.
and I don’t care how nice you are, if you smoke, you smell gross too. So don’t smoke. For our nose’s sake. This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless! To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit www.verizonwireless.com/picture. Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.
I’d like to thank my parents for making these past few days just awful. Terrible. Horrible. No good. Very bad. Thanks a lot for nagging me constrantly and implying that my shortcomings have made me a failure. You’ve done so much for me that I’m sure you decided you had done enough. Thanks ever so much.
FUCK YOU. Because of you, I have to leave the house 20-30 minutes earlier to catch a bus to Park St. because you are all dumbasses. I donlt see ho me taking exponentially fewer bus rides is gonna save you money, ya shits.
The King of the Worst-Case-Scenario reminds me that I’ll have no future if I don’t get a summer job, and I have to start every single one of my local college apps TOMORROW because it’s almost too late, even though some of the Ivy League schools haven’t sent out their actual acceptances yet. Shut up and trust that maybe I know what I’m doing. That’s a lie. I don’t. But I trust that I’ll get to where I’m going scratch-free.
Irish Greg is having someone contact me about getting a summer internship at KFOG
Whooooooooo! Possible perks include concert tickets, live bootlegs, and Foghead swag. Also, the experince of a lifetime; assisting the people who have brightened my day with their voices for over ten years. I really hope this works out.
and those are just my CDs, and that doesn’t count anything I’ve downloaded from iTunes or borrowed from a frined. I cataloged just the actual CDs for the purpose of realphabetizing them, which I did to the best of my abilities. I need a bigger CD shelf.
201 ALBUMS. Oh, wait, there’s a Springsteen CD in my mom’s car. 202 ALBUMS.
I’ve got everything from Aerosmith to The Who and from The Beatles’ “A Hard Day’s Night” to Dispatch’s “Zimbabwe”
If you could attend any concert, what would it be?
The Beatles at Candlestick Park, even if I couldn’t hear anything. To know that it would be the last time they’d be doing those songs would be enough for me. Also, I heard a bootleg of some songs, and they cut loose on “Long Tall Sally” like never before. Paul is KILLING IT.
Also, John Mayer, last Friday, so I wouldn’t have broken my vow of seeing him every time he comes to the Bay Area.
Also, any John Mayer concert ever.
I am dreading Passover with every inch of my being.
Matzah tastes like the box it came in. Kosher candy tastes like ass. The seder is long. The seder is boring. The soup is never flavorful enough. No bagels. No pancakes. No waffles. No chicken tenders (!). No pasta. No rice. No ice cream in a cone. No tortillas. Basically no food readily available on Park St. No popcorn. No cookies. No cake. No brownies. No coffee (I’m gonna ignore that). No beans. Just lots and lots of matzah. And eggs. But mostly matzah. If we’re celebrating freedom from bondage, why do we make ourselves slaves to this diet?