i just whipped out a newsletter template for a friend. it's amazing how easy these things get when you spend inordinate amounts of time working on them. of course, you'd spend a hella lotta time on them, too, if you were getting paid up the wazoo to do it.

oh, and big ups to dashboard confessional and the white stripes for last night's vma wins. and, could someone tell me who this avril lavigne is and why in the hell does anyone allow her to perform? and poor poor axl rose. i mean, i, too, hosted a somewhat large crush on him for most of my life, but last night's performance nipped that right in the bud. horrible might be too lenient. i kept wishing he'd stop trying to run around. winded and screechy, he was not the slick haired god of my memory.

be prepared, i'm gonna run through some pantsdown smackdown rundown today. no one ever leaves me messages anyway, so only you and you and you will really be affected. man, am i using the right -ffect? affected, effected, whatever! and you! where you at? i'm missin' ya!