find me a hi-8 and I'll be ready to rock and roll.

Yes- it's true that I'm getting awfully tired of this, but I do believe things will turn out alright. It's like putting a puzzle together in the dark (your cliches match mine perfectly you know!)


I pick up my apartment keys todayalong with Sonic Youth (I won't pick them up of course) but I will see them at the Quest Club in Minneapolis- while my younger suburban counterparts are simultaneously partaking in indie rockage of a newer sort at First Avenue. And isn't it ridiculous? I haven't been to the Quest since the night I saw The Mars Volta last October; the first night I met heartbreaker-boy, the first night I just slept next to someone- the heartbreaker's roomate whom I had met first- (lying next to him at 4am, I told him that maybe it would be like dating Paul Westerberg) it was strange but beautiful and a bad idea considering how close we became between words and bodies and how confused I was with those two boys.