Inside the jukebox roars just like thunder.

So I still live with my mom, which is I admit is both bogus and sad. She's gotten the bright idea to renovate and/or paint every room in the house. Our bathroom floor is now torn up, leaving only tarred squares from the 1940's. We're walking on planks of wood to get to the toilet, and there is currently no sink. Now I know how rich people must feel when they get new things. I feel really sorry for them. What they go through.

On an unrelated note, I have unintentional Carol Brady hair today. It's sort of flat, and the bottom is too long and was flipping out at the bottom because it needs a trim. That'll teach me to look in the mirror first before I get out of my car.

My sister used the powers of DIY for evil. She stenciled and screened a very unironic "Barbie" logo. I was disappointed in her. I wish she would have done something rad. Wasting time and energy to make a straight barbie logo on a white t-shirt seems pointless. I would have respected her decision if she'd even done a stencil of an actual Barbie doll. But no. Just the damn Barbie logo. And to think I was so proud of her when she asked me where my X-Acto knife was.

I need some new perzines read. I like story-telling zines, but I also like the ones that use photos and backgrounds and arts and crafts class to make zines. Those are fun to read because you never know what will be on the next page. Plus each page can almost be a zine in itself.

I need to finish mine.

Rolling with the homies tonight. It should be good.

John Cougar Mellencamp-I dedicate this post to you.