hati

WEDROCK last night.
Heard Le Tigre do some of my favorite songs, but couldn't watch becuase I was upstairs taking tickets. BUT. I got to see Slater-Kinney do a cover of "Fortunate Son." That rocked.

Keeping things lighthearted today, and so I am starting a poem based solely on the subject lines of junk emails I get. Please feel free to add.

pollock geodesy
butternut autistic
bouffant treadle
workspace wakeful
wince reliquary
skullduggery damage
euripides


I must now got put on a black turtleneck.


Edited to say:

I only want the GOOD subject lines, not the basic ones.


Also, I've been getting friend requests from people I have never heard from before. If you want to do the friend thing, at least leave some couple comments in my journal. Sorry to be a dick about it, but sketchiness abounds on a site dedicated to naked chicks.