Dear M.F.er who stole the $18 out of my wallet at the gym,

I hope you stole that $18 out of my wallet for drugs. And I hope that when you go buy those drugs you get yourself into a sticky situation, have the money stolen from you, and get a nice proper reaming of your arse. And then get arrested, end up in jail, and have many more years of proper arse reamings.

With Love,

Chris

At least they didn't take my credit cards. I guess I put too much faith in the fact that I was going to a fairly expensive gym in a nice neighborhood. Looks like I need to pick up a lock. Aside from the theft thing, running and lifting weights has thus far left me fairly sore but feeling very happy. *

So, after a brief delay the band that we've put together is back on its feet. This lineup has only had one practice, but I think it went quite well. We upgraded from standard 12 oz. Bud bottles to the long neck Bud 16 ozers, which might have helped things along. Perhaps next week we'll give 40's a try? All in the name of bettering ourselves, of course. The current batch of songs I've worked up are in the same vein as bands like Superchunk, Beezewax, The Posies, and Starmarket tinged with a little bit of that pop-punk goodness from bands like Sicko and Cub. So I guess you could file us alongside power-pop bands, but you might be inclined to just throw us in the cluster-f file labeled indie. With any luck we'll be seeing you at shows, or at an AA meeting within two months time. What better time than the beginning of spring to unveil your new band? Exactly. --