Why me?

Taping the arms of my glasses so that they might stick to my face better conjures up an embarrassing memory: in the ninth grade, Scotch taping white paper to the middle of my glasses. At the mall on Friday nights, at school.

kiss me I'm rabid

(This is the tentative cover of the cassette I recorded that took 4 months but really only 20 minutes to finish.



Hah!)

"hear the drummer is taking you back to the land"

Grandma sends e-mails in the subject line only. She has learned to be very concise.