Some guys webpage
Well,; I can't remember the name of the page, but that's not important, as it wasn't that good-not like this fine example of what techonology can do. . The important thing here is not the specific address of "SOME GUYS WEBPAGE", but that this guys page inspired me...I thought hey, if this guy puts out a page this bad, then why don't I? So, in the spirit of punk rock and being totally inept but not giving a FUCK...here we go. That brings us to this ";some guys webpage" reveiw...well, the page was all about things that he hated, and since we are all about hate (it is in fact the driving force) I was struck by the muse, as it were- this guy doesn't care! He just wants to share his hate! Who gives a flying crap if it makes any sense, or looks at all intelligible? Not him! So, I read through the list and agreed with most of it- things like popular music, wet socks, etc. The whole time I was just so happy about the fact that what, 20 years ago  would have been crumpled up on "some guys"  floor was now there for millions of people to read (well, me and his mom, probably) that I couldn't  get into hating Britney as much as I'd like to. .In fact, this review so far has been pretty inept, but THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT!! See, if I knew the site name, and other incidental facts, things would be a whole lot more professional and, well, might make more sense..but would it be as
charming?
REVIEWS! LOVE LETTERS! HATE FILLED RANTS! OTHER STUFF! ALL FOR YOU!
MEEOOW.. SOMETIMES I JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMETHING INSTANTLY...
LIKE I DID WITH......
HERE I AM PONDERING LIFE...
AND WHY THAT ROCK POSTER IS STILL UP BEHIND ME.
ROBIN FUCKING BLACK AND THE INTERGALACTIC ROCKSTARS

Last week, exactly to the day, my shitty little town exploded with ROCK AND FUCKING ROLL!   Why, you may ask? (Or maybe, you've read the title and come to your own conclusions) Well, because here in this shitty little university town, in a tiny little university pub, following an anxious week of hoping and waiting....Robin and the boys came to show all the tiny minded little university kids (plus me and a few other rawk hungry folks) why they are the chosen ones. Chosen to save music from the abismal path it's going down, chosen to save me from chasing my tail all day long with no rawk in my life...CHOSEN TO BE THE LIFEBLOOD OF ROCK AND ROLL. Did I mention the show was good?  Good enough that when I was jumping around and screaming along to T.V. Trash, Suburban Sci-fi and all the other glammy, shiny, trashy tunes I realized there was a little something going on in my little red leopard mini skirt that I didn't mind at all. Maybe it was all the cute little rock groupies, or the poundng bass vibrating through my body or that way that (tee hee) robin wiggled his eyebrows at me.. (oh god! I am such a girl! But I digress). It may have been alot of things, but all I know is that it's been a long time since a band could play me right into pleasure land that well. Twice. During the show, Robin looked around at the members of the crowd, and he could tell that we hadn't been rocked in a while, some of us may even have been virgins to the sheer energy that comes with a good rocking- In fact I counted many that could have been first timers.. Our town, he proclaimed was like that "pretty girl"  who really just needed to be fucked, and afterwords is a really nice person, it's just that before you had your way with her, she was too horny to be anything but bitchy and uptight. And it's true: The beginning of the show had me wondering if anyone was going to show up, and being annoyed by the pretentious seeming assholes that did...but by the end even the lame asses that had come to be "ironic" and make fun of the whole thing actually APOLIGIZED for their intentions and rocked out.  As they played, the place filled up with the raw energy of all the people coming in to see what all the fuss was about.
These guys do everything that good rockstars should do. They get all glammed up for their shows in makeup and sparkles, arrive late and pick who they plan to fuck while still on stage. "I call her"; After a set that just has you dripping for more, scream loud enough and they'll come on back for the finishing touches.; Go and see this band,I promise that if you give a shit about rock music that "some of you boys and most of you girls will love (him)"
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