Fuck Valentine's Day. Today we celebrate the birth of Henry Rollins, who is probably banging your valentine anyway.

Today is my birthday. I am twenty-two years old.

Gainesville, Florida shares a zip code with Auschwitz, Poland.

My dear friends and I are planning a trip to Chicago in mid December. I looked up what sort of shows of the punk rock variety are happening in town on the days we are planning to be present.

Shellac is playing six times in those days. Holy holy holy shit.

EDIT: Tickets are super limited and only available AT the venue in advance. STRESSIN'

Tonight for Halloween I'm being a research assistant. My costume comes complete with desk, computer, and 3rd floor of a library. Have fun, assholes.

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I'm Hot Shots: Part Deux, I'm Down Periscope.

Every time I think for more than 10 seconds about John Holsinger's nomination for Surgeon General, I black out for 12 hours and wake up naked and sweating ten miles away with clumps of my own hair clasped in my clenched, shaking fists.