i’ve been sitting here semi-quietly, subtley shaking booty, listening to “Folker” on repeat, and praying to the gods of rock and roll that i am able to get tickets to the upcoming concerts. i was thinking of doing a virgin sacrifice to the gods, but i don’t know any virgins. . . and really virgins aren’t so rock and roll.
as soon as i can think of what to sacrifice, i’ll let you know. i’m open to ideas. if i don’t get to these st. paul westerberg concerts i will simply DIE. DIE! did you hear me, DIE. you don’t want me to die, do you?