i scare myself with the things i do sometimes. last summer, i decided i was going to california to see helena at some weird random hour. three days later, i was on a plane at 8 AM on my way to los angeles. there are always sporadic trips to wisconsin without my telling anyone where i'm going. michigan was a little more preplanned a few weeks ago, though we decided to leave at 12 AM the night before. last week we up and left for champaign for the trio show, and last night was bloomington for RHV show. i'm nuts, i say. then again, so does everyone else.

tyson's little and strong. he amazingly picked up toby during the set last night and carried him around stage. he's a fun bean. RHV also played "three small words" (an original josie/letters to cleo) and effed it up horribly. i was tempted to jump onstage and sing the damn thing for jeff because, face it, the band can do it better, not to mention the fact that we're girls.