debrajean

The Gun Club Rules. We used to do' Bad Indian'. They are definitely one of my all time favorites out of the thousands of bands I love.
-H
-p.s., if you haven't already you shoud check out the Soledad Brothers. They are real powerful in that same kind of way. Lots of great slide guitar too. You can find 'em here...

http://www.estrus.com
-p.p.s. -the Shotgun set is the best on the site.

circles and circles and lines and circles

Oh, oh, I know! you? What do I win?

dollface,

was planning on calling this weekend, but had some general ickiness to attend to and it took the talk right outta me.

same number?

How'd it go luv? Call me!

ive been fortunate enough never to have someone i was really close to die yet... i dont even want to think about it... it was bad enough when lane staley died, and i didnt even know him...

I still await your peak expiratory flow rate numbers... breathlessly, of course.

I can't believe that all of these supercool SGs are here in LA?!?! Now, we gotta have an LASG event!

I rolled a strike for you last night!

but my birthday isn't until february kitten

Oh Debra Jean, you are so hilarious. I love your fantasy. You should write for the Simpsons.

there's a partridge missing from my life . . .

djd!
i tried sending you those pictures. i don't know how many you got, but your mailbow was full. i think dave got them all though. now you just have to pester him into sending them.
xo.

I'm in a great mood too! Only it's not cause I win, it's cause my hormone pills kicked in and my bust line increased 617%. Not only that but mamma done told me the welfare check came in and there's extra cause of the quintuplits she up and gave birth to last month. And I get to leave this horrid desertscape tomorrow to bask in the land of milk and honey. Victory draws nigh.

yes, yes. i got your email. i'll get to work mailing those pictures. i was stuck in long island for a bit away from my own computer.
how's the arm, anyway? and when can i sneak a peak at the suzy evans story?
i HAVE to check out the new yorker. i've been masturbating with honey mustard ever since then... siiiigh. [oh, how OBSCENE.]

x, o, and all that jazz.
jen

Thought for the day:
When you crawl over broken glass the soft, pure light of reality taps us on the shoulder and says, "not yet..."
We are most real, alive when prostrate on the ground bleeding.
Don't be a vict-um be a vict-tor... when you're done defeating your enemies go crawl over some glass and see how you like it. You'll have a well-rounded view of things.

Shine a light... Light in my soul... Shine a light... in my soul