Little junkies come from big junkies

So yeah, this is me, Cristina. Call me Crissy.

What was that?

Hmmm?

Ok fine, but you know, if I can't hear you I can't answer you.

So, I guess you want to know about what I do for the SKRAPS. Well, um... it's hard to say what I do. I think I do alot. I do whatever my mates don't do. You know what I mean?

Well anyways. I play my brother's guitar, my recorder, my keyboard, my harmonica, and sometimes the spoons that mom gave me when we went on road trips.

I take photos for the band so I am rarely in them. We dont trust other photographers. Except for that Mark guy for Rolling Stone. Oh yeah that other guy is kewl too but, I can never remember his name.

If I had to live under a bridge:

~The location could be very near to my desnation, like the one right next to the university.

~No bills to worry about. All I would need are some quarters for the phone, I have to call my mom, and for the laundry mat. Just cause I live under a bridge dosent mean I have to look like I do.

~I wouldnt have to worry about annoying my neighbors. Im Minnesota I dont think there are too many people braving the cold to live under the bridge.


Well I cant think of anymore but thats ok, I just found that I dont have too!

WOOHOO!