A New Tee for my Dad's Guitar/Accordion Band..

As promised to my dad, I have created a fan t-shirt for his bar band (as I secretly titled it, The Drunken Sasquatch Band). It's kitschy, cheap and ridiculously apropos for the situation. Viole, Dumpsters Inc. has its first client. I've already had 4 requests for this tee at his gig.
My head is throbbing at the thought of the end of summer, on a depressing note. I'm excited to finally be back in college, after a strange semester off... but I'm not excited at preschool being my main source of income this year.

I love jason Schwartzman's band Coconut Records.

My stomach is killing me tonight and my head feels like its about to explode with toxic waste. Mom says I should drink pepsi, but I'm skeptical that it'll do anything. Ah well, what can I do, except vow to never eat at TGI Fridays ever, ever again.
I think I saw Samantha Ronson (Lindsay Lohan's ex gf) at my dad's gig last night, but I'm not sure. I wonder if she liked the tunes of the Drunken Sasquatch Band (where Bruce Springsteen reigns supreme and the cheesy tunes flow like cheap beer). No disrespect to my dad, because he's doing his thing and doing it relatively well.lookee here, an old timer cat!

olfactory excrement.

Dear dad,

I get it that its your birthday and you call the shots today, just please do not make me watch the HBO Rock n Roll hall of fame special again. Five times is more than enough, and no, Jeff beck's rendition of A Day in A Life is not as epic as you think it is. It gives me severe odgeda (however you spell that word), and it's kind of muzak-esque.

Regards,
Your daughter.