The biggest news in my life is that I've bought a new coffee maker. The old one broke. Its a fine coffee maker, nonetheless.

I'm sitting here with writers block. Tell me what to update about and I promise I will.

Well, I haven’t updated in six weeks and have essentially died out, according to the journal gods, but alas I have returned for a spot. After a less then subtle nudge from one Mr. Jakob Dylan, whom I have theories has nudged me only after prospects of getting laid, I have decided to halt in my procrastination for a bit and put forth a slightly ( Read more... )

Admittedly, I have been quite lax in my journaling duties and for that I offer a sincere apology. I also should log onto aim from time to time. What have I been doing with myself other then sharing sexual innuendos with a slew of my closest journaling buddies you ask? Well, I wrapped up a new tour for my new album in the beginning of November, then ( Read more... )

Phone calls. They always start off as simply this. A call. A hello. A "how are you doing?" but they can end up entering some new realm. If you ever spent a few hours, maybe even one night on the telephone with someone. The two of you are granted a sudden, secret bond of intimacy of thought. This intimacy, usually lays to rest in the distance ( Read more... )

My name is Liz Phair and I write songs claiming to be the blow-job queen and with titles like "Fuck and Run." I'm 38 years old, but most wouldn't guess it. I love being on tour, in the studios, and just about every other aspect of this hobby I call an occupation. I'm excited to be around again and hope to make accqaitance with many old and new ( Read more... )

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