Hoppy Holloween

FORT GREENE TO CHINATOWN
oh boy. "Raggedy Ann" has left the building...
after a night of techno in BK (most of you were there, for those of you who weren't: it was good. congrats to the household of Mr. C. Bagg) the party moved to Chinatown.
The O was in full effect, nice afro, holla. a certain Trahey woke up this morning with half of a set of cat whiskers on his face. Lisabot/ "Raggedy Ann" takes no responsibility for that. but a certain Bronx Times reporter might be implicated. sorry Dan, there was nothing i could do. that same reporter in fact drenched "Raggedy Ann" with a glass of tequila and something else (sources (a random dude walking through the party) say it was something citrus) which is still stinking in an apt in the village at this moment. thank you "John Holmes."

ONE MOMENT IN TIME
at this time we would like to salute the Adams brothers, the "police men" for last years party: it just wasn't the same without people being frisked and breathalized. cheers to you boys where ever you may be.

National Cherry Capital

i can not describe
with any success,
the joy.

IN THE BACKGROUND SOMEWHERE

FUCKIN GROSS
alright, lets stop beeting around the bush. i have roaches. i do not blame it on Meican Village. last night before entering my apartment, i noticed a roach on the outside of my door. now i think some roach etiquite is in order... 1.) never worry about roaches feelings 2.) do not consider them one of the earth's beautiful creatures who deserves respect 3.) roaches made it through what ever killed the friggin dinosaurs 4.) kill tham at every opportunity
now back to regularly scheduled programing: so i reached my foot up to the height of my waste and stomped it ON my door and then again ON the ground. i'm sorry poeple, they deserve death.

AND SO ON..
Tom's Monday night workshop has again inspired fits of HAIRY CANARIES by somewhat sane member of the NYU CWP. thank you workshop, thank you iron clad ideals. it is as you imagine, though i have not seen tears yet (i think in actuallity i was the closest a number of weeks ago) i'm sure they are on the way.

A FOND FAREWELL TO THE BOOT
the boot is being thrown by the wayside to make way for a cast. my condolences to the boot itself and congratulations to the foot for getting rid of it. it has been one hell of a ride.

LEAVES OF GRA$$
Michigan's splendor (fall colors, eh) will be viewed in full Thursday through Sunday by Lisabot's head administrator. more to come...

MARCO NA BFF VARRO
i ipod has informed one once and will do it again: no spanish. its ethnocentric ways elude our writers here at Lisabot. i'm sure this rejection will be filed away with the others, however we also send love.

Michigander

After listening to the Walk Humungous Album "If You Think You Are, You Is" the verdict is in... find this band. if you are in New York, watch them play. if you are not in New York, find them on the internet. And for my BFF (who's actual nickname is BFF- you know who you are) there is a song IN SPANISH! pantalones. it is my favorite on on the album.

more UPDATES: "the boot" is no longer mad at me, in reality i don't even think "the boot" ever gave a shit that he was being called "boot". there was a fight on MacDougal last night: one guy in a really nice busniess suit and the other guy in a tee shirt that the business man ended up ripping. very exciting, the entire street was filled with people and they all started screaming. the guy in the tee shirt drove away in a car at the end of it and the business man was punching the passenger window of his car.

THE BOOT IS BOOTY

JIVE
okay so i am not married to anyone famous. but i did drink with Jermaine Dupri and met Q-tip. then i saw Mos Def but i didn't believe it was really him and left because i thought that i was so drunk i was seeing shit. but it really was him. so it was something, crowded and a bit lame. hanging out with famous people is stupid because they expect you to kiss their asses and the other people around who aren't famous are having an ass-kissing competition with you... barf.

BOOT
so i would like to take a moment to apoligize to Adam "the boot". i am sorry for calling you boot all night. apparently one part of our crowd found it very offensive and that led to a small scene under some scaffolding on Houston. everything is okay and i hope you are not offended. someday you will run again. i have faith in that.

LE SOUCK = LE SUCK
so no one ever go to Le Souck on Ave A between 3rd and 4th during the weekends. it was lame as hell and they didn't let half of a cool crowd in. but they did let in a bunch of skeazy euro trash dudes, techno indian music... oh boy.

okay for for tonite...

i am going to the VP of Jive record's birthday party. yup. i'm cool. so his name is jeff sledge... right? i am obviously going to bring my demo tape and give it to him. i wonder if he will think that is funny...
Marco is obsessed with hyphens and pumpkin cheese cake today. and world, prepare youself...

i have starting eating sushi. just the rolls. oh boy. see that's what happens when you put this maniac country girl in the city.

more to come. tomorrow i will be married to Jay Z. riiight.

I'M NOT SURE WHAT TO PUT ON HERE TO NOT GET STALKED.

MY APARTMENT IS THE SIZE OF A MATCHBOX.