rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

it’s mostly mayonaisse.

it has been brought to my attention that “a lot of people” at Dagwood’s read the blog. Dagwood’s is where I worked so many months ago in college. it was fun. there wasn’t much to it; I ate my weight in sandwiches, drove around and listened to music and got tips. and ate sandwiches. perfect student job.

I know of two people who read up on this. one person’s name starts with L. the other, B. I think. but that’s all. if anyone else is out there, and would like to identify themselves with intials, feel free. I’ll literally spend anywhere between 20 minutes to an hour puzzling over them.

I did this once before, this shot-in-.the-dark who-reads-this kind of thing. a guy I know who was once, long ago in Chicago responded and Spencer pretended to be Paris Hilton.  after that stunning reaction, I shelved the interaction thing. but, here we are again. so holla back. or don’t, and prove Mar wrong. either way, this will still sound like a desperate cry for help. and that’s not keeping Mar up.