oh boys
The more people read this, the less I can say.
Does it really matter?
My life is open book, my feelings are easily read-able and all over my face.
Saturday at work things went pretty smootly.
I managed to get all of morning and night shifts work done, and leave 3 hours early.
Whoever says Subway is a hard job is a fucking moron.
I wish I could get payed more, for you know, actually putting in effort.
I went to Kinko's to visit Scott kid.
We got on the 80 and he looked at my gross fungus finger.
I wonder how many of my friends have noticed and never said anything.
Its pretty fucking un-appealing.
You can only really notice how fucked up it is when you compare it with the other one.
Eech.
Krista, Ed, Julia, Justin, New Wave and Rob all came down to the Gus' show.
I hung out with Brian, Neil and Chris a lot, fun kids.
The Scribbler set turned into a massive noise jam, it rocked my boat hard.
Scott and his friend Alice showed up towards the end of the show.
I dragged them to a party on the corner of Chebucto and Chebucto.
NEXUS OF THE FUCKING UNIVERSE.
Art kids live there, the house is pretty amazing, lots of interesting things where ever you look.
Alice and I took a picture while rocking the side ponytail coined by Tiffany.
I'm pretty pumped to see that.
They took off and I went on a mission to find Alex's.
He was being held hostage by an old British couple at his place.
We managed to re-capture our dear Alex and bring him to the party.
About 5 in the morning, we had a trip to Needs and I headed home.
Krista and Ed were still awake and they came to hang out in my room.
At some point we were all just sleeping in my bed.
A big cuddle jam as I like to call that shit.
Le Coque et les Phoques jammed for a few hours on Sunday.
I'm pretty proud that I managed to write a song about Dirty Sanchez(S!).
How the fuck do you pluralize something with a z?!
Damn you French high school, you've taught me NOTHING.
We went to the Vienna for some much needed food intake.
Work blew but thats nothing shocking.
Amy came to visit however and we smoked a lot of cigarettes.
She also bought me some McDonalds, and we had an interesting encounter with some English dude.
Luke walked me home, I spend the rest of night reading.
BAM.
Monday in the house.
Were not playing tonight I was forced into accepting a 5 - 11 shift.
I can probably escape the crutches of Subway early.
Maybe.
Rock4$$s tonight.
Does it really matter?
My life is open book, my feelings are easily read-able and all over my face.
Saturday at work things went pretty smootly.
I managed to get all of morning and night shifts work done, and leave 3 hours early.
Whoever says Subway is a hard job is a fucking moron.
I wish I could get payed more, for you know, actually putting in effort.
I went to Kinko's to visit Scott kid.
We got on the 80 and he looked at my gross fungus finger.
I wonder how many of my friends have noticed and never said anything.
Its pretty fucking un-appealing.
You can only really notice how fucked up it is when you compare it with the other one.
Eech.
Krista, Ed, Julia, Justin, New Wave and Rob all came down to the Gus' show.
I hung out with Brian, Neil and Chris a lot, fun kids.
The Scribbler set turned into a massive noise jam, it rocked my boat hard.
Scott and his friend Alice showed up towards the end of the show.
I dragged them to a party on the corner of Chebucto and Chebucto.
NEXUS OF THE FUCKING UNIVERSE.
Art kids live there, the house is pretty amazing, lots of interesting things where ever you look.
Alice and I took a picture while rocking the side ponytail coined by Tiffany.
I'm pretty pumped to see that.
They took off and I went on a mission to find Alex's.
He was being held hostage by an old British couple at his place.
We managed to re-capture our dear Alex and bring him to the party.
About 5 in the morning, we had a trip to Needs and I headed home.
Krista and Ed were still awake and they came to hang out in my room.
At some point we were all just sleeping in my bed.
A big cuddle jam as I like to call that shit.
Le Coque et les Phoques jammed for a few hours on Sunday.
I'm pretty proud that I managed to write a song about Dirty Sanchez(S!).
How the fuck do you pluralize something with a z?!
Damn you French high school, you've taught me NOTHING.
We went to the Vienna for some much needed food intake.
Work blew but thats nothing shocking.
Amy came to visit however and we smoked a lot of cigarettes.
She also bought me some McDonalds, and we had an interesting encounter with some English dude.
Luke walked me home, I spend the rest of night reading.
BAM.
Monday in the house.
Were not playing tonight I was forced into accepting a 5 - 11 shift.
I can probably escape the crutches of Subway early.
Maybe.
Rock4$$s tonight.
posted by Lindsay at 3/13/2006
2 Comments:
ch, sh, s, x and z endings all get -es in the plural. There may be others. Don't knock french high school too much... I wish I was bilingual. Fucking ostie d'têtes carrés!
Depending on who goes last at the DIVORCE RECORDS SHOWCASE (caps denote intense reverb), recording is still on for Friday.
that was some sweet ass snuggling!
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