Saturday night was the last Victims of Telephone show and it rocked. Er, excuse me, *rawked*. I saw Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin for the first time, and as Todd promised, they were *amazing*. I love the cello and the keys, and the lead singer is rather attractive, if I do say so myself. But mostly they were just really, really good. Very clean.

The after party was fun too; I randomly saw a bunch of people I knew. That last sentence just rhymed, as though in its time, it was made to be a poem by crime.

Coming soon: MOrawk haiku

(just kidding, I wouldn't do that to any of you.)

(Hannah might)