Well, I’m the last person on the planet that wants to legally force myspace.com to be more responsible for what happens there, but Pamela Rogers is just one of the many reasons I wish they would take a more proactive approach toward keeping kids safe.

Yep, it’s true … I’ve been listening to music again. Lots and Lots of music. No, really.

“So what’s it gonna take silver shadow believer”

Not sure where or when I first heard Shiny Toy Guns … But I’ve gotta say they rock some wicked nice Electro Rock. The obvious big hit track is bound to be Le Disko, a pretty hard edged Electro ditty with interesting lyrics and a beat that can really make ya bounce of the fuckin’ walls.

The only thing that sucks about these guys is they don’t have their own fuckin’ website. Very hard to endorse a band that uses mYspace as their homebase — I mean, seriously - myspace has become a great marketing tool to push your wares to the impressionable 12-18 trend-drone demographic, but it shouldn’t be the place ya call home.

Alright … So it’s been a LONG long time since I’ve listened to this girl do her thing.

A while back… Good gawd, it’s been like 5 years… A friend of mind decided that I ABSOLUTLY had to go see this band, Bumpus, out at the Note in Chicago. Not much in the mood, I allowed myself to be dragged along. We got there a bit early and found out that one of the backup singers from Bumpus was going to open up and do a solo set.

Rachael walked up on stage, sat down behind a piano with a few candles and a string of christmas lights, and belted out some of the best damn songs I’d heard in a LONG time. I don’t even remember watching Bumpus that night.

Anyway — I was a Rachael fan from that night on. Over the next few months we got to hang out with Bumpus quite a bit and watch Rachael do her thing. Even those crappy little Monday night gigs she did at the Good Bar … Man, to think back then she’d sometimes sing for 5 people.

Ah, the good old days…

Fool me three times and A) I’m a fuckin’ idiot and B) You’re a desperate lying whore that can’t face up to her own reality.

But really, I can’t blame you — I am in fact an idiot for thinking people change. I gave you credit that you didn’t deserve and it came back to bite me in the sack.

I really thought I’d be a bit more upset about this final bit of betrayal … Maybe I am and I’m just not letting it all out, or perhaps I’ve watched you decieve for so long I’m just a bit more mentally prepared than anticipated. I figured, at the very least, I’d want to say something hurtful but this is just about all the hurtful I can muster up right now.

Your concepts of love and honesty are fucked — beyond repair I’m afraid. I hope you grow up to learn what it is to be an adult some day.

Fuck you for proving me right.