These are some of the magical things I remember from last night.
I got to Charlie's and immediately realized I was too drunk.
Got some booze, was running around the joint.
Decided I was too messed up to smoke in the smokey bar.
Went outside, I remember looking up and seeing Christian.
He had a white tuque on, I remember nothing else.
He gave me a poster where he wrote 'the Cock and the Fucks.
That shit floored me.
I remember Beardo and me sitting on the curb for a while.
Don't remember what was said, or what happened with that.
The security guard was all up in my grill so I pretended that Franc was my boy.
I traded Dan's beer in for a new one.
Because of, well I don't remember.
I left the bar and the bouncer wouldn't let me back in.
I started crying that I couldn't be alone by myself because I was scared.
Just like bawling.
He let me come inside, and Franc/Craig came over.
We smoked some pot, I started puking I guess.
I kicked them out for no reason.
When I woke up in the morning I was drunk and covered in puke.
Also late for work, I got up threw clothes on and left.
Halfway there I realized my shirt had puke on it and my hair wasn't brushed.
I didn't get to brush my teeth either, so puke mouth.
I saw Eben and Adrian, they must of thought I was crazy.
I slowly died at work, I think I might of even passed out once.
Justin came in to help me recover from death.
By the end of the shift I was feeling alright.
I got fried pepperoni at Gus' with Creon and Derrick.
Charlie's kills me.
Close talkers floor me.

Julia keeps leaving her computer in the livingroom, therefor BLOG POSTS.
Omelettes with Emilie was awesome.
That omelette is so heavenly, it makes me re-think the world.
Well, maybe not that great but pretty great.
I made a sweet window display at work today.
Halloween is in the air.
The end of this month makes the year anniversary of Anika's illness.
Her and my family are coming up the weekend after for another biopsy.
I'm thinking of getting Craig to come over and play her a few songs.
He said he could cover the Beatles and come up with some other stuff.
Do you think the hospital would be okay with that?
I don't see why they wouldn't.
A little soft acoustic music to warm the heart never hurt nobody.
When that weekend rolls around I'll have my computer back also.
Nothing better than sitting around in your underwear, smoking and typing.
I hear some uber bitch works at Subway now.
There is only room for one bitch at Subway at thats me.
I hear she likes to tell people what to do.
I swear if she even utters a command at me, I'll freak.
I hate working there to begin with.
Well actually, the first day back wasn't so bad.
I kind of forgot how easy of a job it is.
There's a lot to do, but its not bad work.
Its just vegetables and a few dishes.
Make a sub here and there, eat free food and go home.
Plus I'll get to see Amy a lot more, well if she's ever home to answer the phone that is.
I have nothing of worth to say, I'm kind of just babbling.

Mister Puke Pukerson

I am an idiot.
The one show I was super excited to see I missed.
What I would do to turn back the clock.
What was I thinking?!
I had so much booze in such a short period of time.
AND the no food thing.
When I realized I was on my way to throw up land I panicked!
I started throwing potatoes in the microwave.
Watching them spin around the plate.
Which ofcourse didn't help with the nausea.
Finally I gave in, got a bag of the table and puked.
The defeated feeling washed over me.
I ate the potatoes to save me from future throw up.
Crawled into bed and cried since I'd be missing the show.
Missing the show, missing friends I desperatly wanted to see.
I guess I did get to hang out with the PEI crew for a while.
I totally disgusted Jeff by peeing with the door open.
He couldn't even see anything, whats the difference?
I will be forever confused by why that was gross.
Maybe he has no siblings, get out of the bathroom never works with siblings.
I love the threat, get out or I'll pee with you in here.
It's more of a dare!
Well, I hope GS play soon, I'm so fucking pissed I missed that show!
WAIT A MINUTE.
I forgot about the awesome that is Dog Day and GS.
Things are already starting to look up.
See you guys at the Pavilion I hope.

SECRETS

Everybody seems to be breaking up or getting together.
October has been a weird month for the people around me.
There isn't enough good advice to go around.
I found out today that my roommate used to be married.
I don't think I'd have the balls to get a divorce.
Spending so much time working hard at something and seeing it fall to pieces.
Divorce is frightening, the reasons behind divorce even more so.
Problems that can't be fixed, maybe someone's gay.
*cough*
Or worse cheating, who cheats?
Cheating is fucking stupid, if you don't want to be with someone, then don't.
Why wouldn't you just break up?
Then you could have all the meaningless sex you wanted.
The feeling of betrayal that comes with being cheated on has to be intense.
Listenning to friends talk about cheating on someone is brutal.
It makes me feel sick, and now I'm in on this awful secret.
Secrets are painful, I try not to have any.
Sometimes it happens, sometimes I find myself with a big secret.
It usually doesn't last long because I have to tell someone.
I can't just hold something in for too long.
I become consumed with whatever information I'm holding back.
I can't stop thinking about it, until finally I burst.
My mouth opens, thoughts and secrets spill out.
Kind of like that scene in Jaws when he cuts the shark open.
My guts are exposed and spilling all over the dock.
Nothing is a secret, I hate other people's secrets too.
They're usually stupid and things that no one would even care about.
Is a secret something that you tell no one?
Does it still count as a secret if you told one person?
The definition must change depending on the person.
Back to breaking up.
I've never done it, I'm fairly certain I would suck at it.
I wonder though.
Right.
I went to comedy tonight with Julia, it was funny.
I talked to Peek, I think we came up with some solid song ideas.
Lesbian country?
Anal sex raps?
I'm sure my rap style will be lacking, much like my singing.
That's all in the charm anyhow.

12 years.
12 years with no 'intercourse'.
This old man came in, desperate.
He loved his wife.
He wanted sweet bootie.
She wasn't into it.
12 fucking years.
That sounds depressing.
He was so sad.
He was so open.
Just searching for answers.
If I get married.
I hope things don't go stale.

I keep having these weird alter-universe dreams.
Things are completly different, people say things they normally wouldn't.
Most importantly I don't have ingrown toenails in these dreams.
The universe sucks but atleast my feet doesn't hurt.

FPQLKSRTZNDRBLKSTN

Oh boy.
I wrote this thing.
Then realized it was stupid.
Now I feel stupid.
I see * all the time.
It blows.
Now I masterbate to * and its even more the suck.
However, the career in the porn industry is marvelous.
I am the second highest seller of porno.
How about that.
Mom and dad should be proud.
Now that the reign of power has to be dealt to someone else.
I restarted my job at good old Subway.
Only 2 days a week.
2 miserable days a week.
I got the shifts I wanted.
The hours I wanted.
The raise I wanted.
The free food.
But it still somehow kind of feels like... the sucks.
My co-workers are happy to see me back.
Thats a plus.
I'm glad they missed me.
Tons of friends are coming from NB for the Pop Explosion.
The Switzer are now on the bill.
This makes HPX much more exciting.
I'm pumped to have houseguests.
My room is clean now.
My laundry is done weekly.
I eat somewhat healthy.
I'm healthy, and never sick.
Anika was here.
That was damn enjoyable.
What a little muffin.
I have crushes on 54584 boys.
Boys.
Boys.
Boys.
Only * I think about.
I had one of my best weekends on Thanksgiving.
So many random crazy encounters.
Crazy old man giving out free pot.
Telling me about the abusive uncles.
Crazy young girls sitting at our table.
Talking about her parents not being cool with the lesbos.
Magical crack pot that fucked me up for days.
Hanging out with Dorian for the first time.
Hang off of cages with metal sluts.
Eating chicken McNuggets.
Digging in the mind of a close friend that has so many mysteries.
Won Scribbler some speakers at Rock Dollars.
Hid in the corner until Time.
I HAD THE BEST TIME.
cred if anyone knows where my title if from.

Do you ever wonder how long it will take?
How long it will take for what?
For everything.
My legs hurt, my brain hurts.
I feel weird, not to mention drunk.
I love the outdoors.
Slowly it's disapearing.
Soon I'll have to wear think socks and tights.
I've never, but the flu is scary.
How long will it take for things to change?
For change?
Forrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. FOUR.. 4444444.