these days I seem to think a lot

2009-05-14T05:16:00.001-07:00

You ever fuck so hard every single muscle hurts?

Jesus.

2009-05-06T22:51:00.001-07:00

I've known the Fantods for 2 years now.

I've been in love with 1 of them for just as long.

I have nothing to show for it except empty quarts, new magic cards, and some new technique.

I can't seem to get it out of my head though.

2008-05-29T05:13:00.000-07:00

When I opened that door.
And saw what I saw.
It felt like my whole body was going to collapse.
After running around the city with such a stupid smile on my face.
One day of contentment was kind of fun.
But now it's back to waking up and not feeling 'it'.
Walking to work with zero hop in my step.
Sitting at work thinking about everything all at once.
It's amazing how one person can effect my psyche.
I must be out of my damn mind.
Sometimes it feels like it.

2008-05-05T21:52:00.001-07:00

I figure that being high really changes me.
It keeps me cool and collected about life for about 20 minutes.
I realize in those moments that I'm usually over the top and insane.
I get quiet and withdrawn and think before I speak.
I start to see things from a different perspective.
Realize some of the crazy things I do.
Once those 20 minutes are done though.
It begins to make me extremely paranoid.
Because I start to worry that maybe I am too ridiculous.
I start to wonder if people act the way I do.
Things slowly start going downhill from there.
But in those first 20 minutes.
I see how I could be less dramatic and all you know, all the loudness.
It doesn't really seem like a bad idea.
I think I would be a lot more tolerable to certain people.
But then it all boils down to.
I enjoy immensely being absolutely ridiculous.
And most people I know are just as fucked.
Well, some no, not everyone's perfect.
There are some things I should be less crazy about.
I know that much.
But some things just get me that insane.
And I'm easily led down the path of lunacy.

2008-04-23T12:09:00.000-07:00

I don't want to be that sad again.
I can barely breathe.
I don't want to do it again.
It hurts even more this time.
I set myself up for it.
But somehow it's worst.

2008-03-26T05:08:00.001-07:00

At least I had the last three days.

2008-03-24T22:02:00.001-07:00

Well, shit yo.
I just fell back into the same routine.
This is bad, terrible even.
I'm going to get destroyed even harder the 2nd time.
And the 1st time wasn't pretty.
I was really sick for a 14 hour period.
I called in sick for work and everything.
But then by 7, felt absolutely fine.
I have nothing great to talk about.
I'm worried about the future.
I'm hoping we'll talk about it or something.
But it's never a good time to talk.
Oh so fucking worried.

2008-03-22T23:37:00.000-07:00

That was a mistake.
But it made me happy.
Having him so close.
I really fucked myself on that one.
Fuck.

2008-03-18T21:48:00.000-07:00

IM NOT OKAY.
I just want him to hug me.
Which is fucking sad.
aww fuck.
Cry.
Lose it.
Cry.

2008-03-17T08:19:00.000-07:00

I would do anything to take yesterday back.
The morning went pretty well.
I woke up at 9, started drinking.
I watched a debate between Obama and Clinton.
By noon I was pretty drunk and all the roommates were around.
I decided to get my laundry on the go.
I figured I had 3 hours because he doesn't usually get out of bed until then.
The discussion at Charlie's was lots of fun.
I was talking politics, all drunk and full of fire with a regular.
Then I had some pot around 2, bad idea.
Then he walked through the door, fucking early bastard.
We played a game of pool in total silence, I started drinking faster.
We left the bar to get the laundry and I said something.
Something like, what is it you want from me? Was that a fun game of pool to you?
Then we talked and I definitely didn't say everything I had to say
And then I cried, and cried, and cried, from 230 530.
He sat there and watched me, and I cried.
I couldn't stop.
He said he would leave, but I didn't want him to leave.
Because I like being around him but being around him made me cry more.
It was fucking awful, I've never felt so exposed.
I guess crying for 3 hours none stop is exhausting.
He walked me home and I passed out immediately.
4 hours later I woke up, definitely still drunk.
I had a poutine and went to Charlie's for more beer.
I was watching the CBC for a while.
Then people showed up and I sat there.
Every once and a while going to the bathroom to cry.
I wish I could erase that whole day.
Obviously this isn't just about what's his face.
I think I need this, this huge depression once a year.
Or maybe I'm a foolish child in love.
And there we fucking have it.
I think today I will rent some videos.

2008-03-15T05:04:00.001-07:00

Must stop writing in blog hammered.

2008-03-14T21:19:00.000-07:00

This has to end.
Soon.
Sometimes.
I have a hard time breathing.
And I know.
I'm doing it to myself.
My stomach hurts.
You know that feeling?
Sadness has overcome your stomach.
You have no control.
You feel so empty and deserted.
It scares me.
The no food and too much booze diet.
Is giving me shits.
I feel 100% gross.
And terrified of being alone.

2008-03-13T07:54:00.000-07:00

Well that was fucking embarrassing.
Who the fuck does that shit?
Crying your face off at your local bar.
Completely flying off the handle in front of strangers.
Dave must think I'm utterly insane.
All this for nothing.
Julia always says I throw all of myself into everything I do.
Which is true, but what might sound positive, can be quite negative.
But I'm going to keep it up.
If anyone feels like binge drinking for the next 3 weeks.
Call me, but I will definitely cry and talk about the same bullshit all night.
I know, attractive offer eh?

2008-03-10T14:37:00.001-07:00

I'm depressed.
Bring on the 8 packs of Dry Ice.

2008-03-08T00:20:00.001-08:00

I miss you so much I want to vomit.
Fuck.

2008-03-03T08:40:00.000-08:00

Here I go again.
The plans have been laid out.
I'm going on the bus trip again.
Savannah will be my partner in crime.
I'm going to try and save way more money this time.
I want to go balls out on this trip.
Stay at more hostels.
Drink a bunch.
Rent lockers.
This time around I have it more figured out.
I'm going to document the following before leaving.
Trader Joe's.
Public libraries.
Hostels.
Cheap hotels.
Laundry mats.
Tourist info spots.
I want to do this thing 100% right this time.
The leaving date is last week of June.
I need to save more of my paycheques though.
I hate to say it, but it might be time to return to Faxe.
I could go back to the old 15 year old trick, plug your nose when you take a drink.
I'll figure something out.
No more eating out.
I'm not buying anyone anything.
I'm not giving anyone anything.
I don't want to be a cheap bitch, but it needs to be done.
One pack of smokes for 2 days.
2 beer at the bar maximum.
No more cabs to work.
I hate saving money.
I like my cushy lifestyle.
But it's for the good of the summer.
I'm almost positive my tax return and my vacation pay might be enough.
Maybe.
I need a new pack back, no more sore back and shoulders.
I need a digital camera, no missing a perfect moment.
I need better footwear, no more weird foot fungus mid way through my trip.
I think it'll be a total eastern seaboard trip.
All the way down to Florida.
Across New Orleans, Texas to San Diego.
Up from California to Portland.
Through the mid-west, stopping in a Mary's.
This means a return to Chicago, but that's alright.
I think Savannah and I could make an awesome team.
We lived together for a year and mostly just fought over dishes.
She's leaving the planning up to me, which I enjoy.
It's March!
I'm excited.

2008-02-26T22:04:00.000-08:00

I just can't shake it.
You ever get that?

2008-02-10T23:39:00.000-08:00

I'm getting fatter.
I don't know if I should blame winter, depression, or myself.
Maybe all three.
But I'm done with that shit.
I really don't need another piece of bullshit bringing me down.
If you see me eating poorly, please tell me to stop.
Seriously, I won't take it like you think I'm fat.
I'll be really grateful.
I think that might of been missing from before, aside of course from willpower.
I eat really well for a few days, and bam someone says 'let's order nachos'.
And I cave, and think 'just this once, then I'll be right back on track'.
But that's always wrong.
So please don't ask me to split a poutine, order pizza, or ask me to do the bank deposit.
I'll hit KFC for sure.
Don't get me wrong here, I don't want to be skinny.
I don't have a skinny girl's mindset, that would be absurd.
I'm however, sick of being fat.
I'd ideally like to be chubby.
I can't lose the tits, that would shatter my world.
Maybe knock it down a dress size or two.
These extra triangles of skin between the armpit and the boob.
That shit has to go.

I just watched Juno.
I cried, but that was predictable.
That fucking dad/Juno heart to heart killed me.
I want that bullshit too.
I have three pillows, and rather than lay down and look at the other two empty, I want it to have a head on it.
It's like four in the morning and I have nothing better to do than this shit.
Which is making this feeling even worse.
I'll go over to my bed, take my shampoo and laundry off.
Crawl in and be lonely as fuck.
Wake up in the morning, sashay my ass to the bathroom, walk back in here and check out my empty bed.
And knowing it's going to be the same routine for the next weeks, months, maybe a year.
I'm pretty gross, it's takes a lot to deal with this.
It takes a lot of searching to find someone equally as unappealing and yet, appealing to me.
If a person was to decide they liked me, boy they have it coming.
I drink too much, smoke too much, yell, talk loud, talk about obnoxious shit, fart, stink, have horrible eating habits, I'm moody and selfish.
I have some redeeming qualities, but you have to put up with a lot of garbage first.

BLAH.

2008-02-10T09:34:00.000-08:00

I want to write in this shit, but positively.
I have nothing positive to say though.
Even though I had an awesome week.
The down swing and being ignored killed it.
Birthday Week this year was better than last.
It involved more feelings and disappointment though.
Which is my own damn fault.
Canceling things because of stupid circumstances.
Last Sunday was the best Sunday I had in a while.
It feels however that I'm being punished for it.
My house is destroyed.
I don't feel like cleaning.
I don't even feel like getting out of bed.
And I wouldn't of but for some reason it takes REALLY LOUD music for some of my roommates to make a sandwich.
I had a dream last night that Mike D and I did something bad.
I looked like a bombshell and was running from the cops.
Crawling through windows, jumping faces, trying to fuck some stranger in exchange for concealment.
It was exciting.
I can't remember what I did wrong though.
Hopefully some sort of espionage or something.

2008-02-03T05:06:00.000-08:00

I woke up with a stuffy nose and a sneezing problem.
I'm concerned.

2008-01-28T08:08:00.000-08:00

Shit be illin'.
I ain't know how I feelin'.
I just watched a documentary on rap.
Also documentaries on brothels, swinging, and pornography.
The white supremacy one was really sad.
My mom's here, which makes me happy.
Dan met my mom and Denis.
We all had a good little chat.
Anika was excited and laughing.
I love her laugh, she laughs like I do.
So hard it gets hard to breathe.
They'll be finished with the hospital soon.
I think we'll get lunch somewheres.
The day before they get here, I get pretty sad.
I hope this is the end of her hospital visits.
Mom said that when they're done with all that, they'll still come visit.
Which is exciting, since when they do visit now
There's always sort of a black cloud surrounding it.
With Anika being sick and all.
I could go for a good huggin'.
But you be denyin'.
Them the breaks I guess.

2008-01-25T22:04:00.000-08:00

You make me cry.
But I'd never want you to know.
I don't know if you'd care.
But I'd feel bad if you did.
Hopefully this party is awesome.
More awesome than this conversation.
About when you all went to high school.

2008-01-24T22:35:00.000-08:00

There's this dead bird.
It lives in the Commons.
Everyday I walk by it.
I know it's there.
And I look at it.
This has been happening since summer.
Everyday I look.
It used to be a pigeon.
Now it's feathers, and bones.
I sort of look forward to it.
I'll be sad to see it fully decomposed.
Now today.
As I was approaching, I started thinking.
I should write about this bird.
In the old blog, ya know?
But amongst all this thinking.
I forgot to look.
The first time I forgot to look.
I hope it's there tomorrow.
Or I'll feel like I really missed something.
These are the kinds of things I look forward to.
What's that say?
Today at Charlie's, ridiculousness got out of hand.
A pool game ruined.
A pool ball thrown.
An almost fight.
Surprisingly, the usual suspects had nothing to do with it.
I'm really starting to go crazy with loneliness.
Which is ridiculous, considering I'm constantly surrounded by people.
A different kind of loneliness I guess.
I couldn't find anyone today, no one was answering their phone.
I felt so awful.
Eventually it worked out.
But how shitty I felt for a few hours.
I need something bad.
And not just a good hard fucking.
Something else.
I had a sandwich today.
It was delicious.
I hung around the lounge at NSCAD.
Visiting Gary and Dan, but ended up seeing a bunch of kids I knew.
What was supposed to be a 30 minute visit quickly turned into 2 hours.
I called my dad for money.
I've been so shitty, drinking too much, eating too much.
I don't know how I spent all this money so fast.
But I'm broke.
And being broke scares me, almost desperately.
No more cabs, no more fast food, no more excessive drinking.
Well, not until birthday week.
I should call it birthweek eh?
That would make more sense.
At least it's something to really look forward too.
I bought decorations for the house.
They'll go up Sunday, and stay all week.

2008-01-23T21:28:00.000-08:00

You'd think with the last post.
Maybe, I'd have more figured out.
The best I can say is I've been drunker than usual.
I miss being close, it's not even mine to miss, but I miss it.
When you know something, isn't going to work.
But you try anyways.
The surroundings, the laughter, the good times, the....
Apologizing to make someone happy, to be OK.
If you do it for the wrong intentions, then what?
I want things, things I can't have.
I'm trying my best, to do what's wanted.
To do what will make things OK, even if it's not what I feel.
I drink more to make it OK for me.
Things are said, that should be OK.
But it cuts me more than it should.
Things I should have a comeback for, and usually I would.
I want to be friends, but I'm so afraid of what I'll miss if that happens.
I'm too... young, immature, not ready.
Or maybe I have it figured out, but it's not enough.
I never understand people who can just forget.
How can they do that?

I like this song, I'm going to cut some stuff though.

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Don Quixote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Moldy Peaches.
They had it figured out.
I'm hammered by the way.

2008-01-14T09:11:00.000-08:00

I need one of those.. you know.
Things where stuff happens.
I need a shower too but that's a different story.
I got stoned last night and did one of those.. you know.
I resolved to change some of my behavior.
But then I woke, and realized I didn't care.
I try to keep them, but then I just fall into my old shit.
Like stop torturing, taunting, abusing what his face.
That's a resolve I should keep.
But I can't.
I've tried, although it's my own fault for taking the bait.
Also, stop talking about personal shit so much.
Again, I've tried.
But it comes out of my mouth regardless.
It's like I walk into a situation and I'm all like 'keep them resolves'.
Two hours later, same shit.
Eating healthy, losing weight, being a 'nice' girl (whatever the fuck that means).
I give it a good solid effort for a week.
Realize, I don't really care that much.
You can't really better yourself, if you don't give a fuck right?
The winter is tough.
I think I get even worse.
I'd like to stop being so paranoid.
I get terrified, if I step out for a bit.
Will things be different the next day?
I worry about insane shit.
I think about all this, and then never do anything about it.
I want to put more effort in my work.
Save money.
Keep my apartment and room clean.
Spread the friendship train out more.
The winter makes the last one tough.
In the summer, I roam around.
Make the rounds, in the winter though, I just want to stay in one spot.
I can't find anyone suitable for traveling.
So I've made no plans, and I want to so bad.
My health and sex life are terrible.
I don't why one has to do with the other, but it seems appropriate.
I'm in a funk.
Too connected to things, unconnected to others.
Trying to force things I want, without thinking.
Winter sucks.

2008-01-12T08:43:00.000-08:00

I had a good Friday yesterday.
It was entertaining, I got to see tons of kids.
Neil's party was a blast, there was lots of good conversation.
I had some delicious pecan squares, they were to die for.
I love parties where the music isn't too loud and the people are just talking.
The BBQ was tons of fun too, I wish I had went a little earlier.
I felt like we got there during the winddown part of evening.
We all headed down to Charlie's in the rain from the party.
That was awesome, I love the rain, it's not so great in the winter, but still fun.
I got to hear some more contradictory stuff.
When people say when one thing, and do the other.
I just don't get it.
And it's just too much.
It's so hard on the head.
You act one way and it's not right, you do something else and that's not right.
It always ends up the same.
The same result.
I guess it doesn't really matter.
The seasons are going to be changing.
Hopefully things will pick up.
Or drop away.
/end teenager emotional rant bullshit

2008-01-10T08:55:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was a fucking embarrassing.
I'd been meaning to get drunk.
Like, REAL drunk for a while now.
But boy, I sure took it to the limit last night.
I think I even shed some tears of drunken what the fuck.
I had band practice, I had some beers, nothing too crazy.
I few tall cans, a tall bottle from Propeller.
Band practice was lots of fun, I didn't think I was being too ridiculous.
When I got to Charlie's I almost fell on some ice.
Standard stuff though, it's winter!
I remember being at Charlie's, having two beers.
Winning at pool twice, which is amazing, especially considering.
Then fast-forward to waking up, Dan's in my room.
Looking at the clock I see it's fucking 1AM and I'm a mess.
I say 'you have my nachos?'.
When in reality, I did make him order food, but not nachos.
I must of eaten this food, and the gravy everywhere makes me believe it was poutine.
And then I start crying and Dan's telling me to sleep on my side.
Then I wake up around 6, totally confused, my clothes are on, the lights on.
Total fucking mess.
Wednesday is becoming a real party.
Our new song is inspired by some interesting bruises on my inner thighs.
Sensational hit, I am almost positive.
How can it not be with lyrics like 'teeth marks, we're sexual sharks'.
I don't know why I'm not a famous writer yet.

2008-01-06T08:25:00.000-08:00

I was going through withdrawal.
And now, it's alright.

2008-01-01T00:47:00.000-08:00

It's time for the year end review.
The things I've done, lost, accomplished, fucked up.
This year has been huge.

-Self confidence boost, who needs cardigans?
-Quit working at Subway once and motherfucking for all.
-Got kicked out of a major event, escorted to the door even.
-Fell in love twice.
-Got heart destroyed hard twice.
-While were on the subject, did some all new wild crazy shit in the sack, thanks boys.
-Felt comfortable enough with one person to be naked in the light, walk around my room naked even, do a fucking naked dance even, thats some comfort level shit right there, for me at least.
-Also learned to be comfortable enough to actually talk about my feelings.
-Had a tattoo put on my body during a tattoo convention.
-Made awesome new friends including but not limited to: Crystal, Taylor, Sheila, Alisha, Trudy, Sean, and the Fantods.
-Some awesome make out sessions.
-Started hanging out at Charlie's.
-Moved to an awesome place, with the perfect roommates.
-Got rid of awful friend.
-Hitch hiked for the first time.
-Got amazing promotion at work.
-Leah moved away, which was and still is sad as fuck.
-Many a diseases and medical problems came my way.
-Started taking Ibuprofen and shit, the pills won the battle.
-Played the Seahorse!
-Started 2 new bands - San Francisco with Craig and 'unknown title' with Derrick and Nicole.
-Finally got a decent damn hairstyle, I look cute as a button.
-Learned the art of pool.
-Read over 200 issues of a single comic series, Cerebus.
-Family drama at all time AWESOME.
-Anika's doing much better.
-Mom's doing, well mom, how ya doing?
-Had a pap test for the first time, two in one week in fact, party in Vag Town.
-Hung out with Tay in some stairs while flying on shrooms.
-Started drinking beer, what a slippery slope that was.
-Got a health card and a passport, steps towards adulthood.
-Dressed up for the first Halloween since I was 13.
-Busked outside the liquor store for the first time.
-Became allergic to deodorant.
-Walked across the bridge on a warm stormy summer day.
-Flew a kite.
-Quit smoking for a week.
-Fell madly in love with roofs.
-Took 4 separate courses of antibiotics.
-Painted a bunch of paintings.
-Sewed myself a pretty little dress.
-Had an awesome drum circle in the Commons.
-I saw most of the major cities in USA and practically all the major cities in Canada.
-Spent almost 200 hours on the bus, next to one person.
-Swam with dolphins 40 feet away and seals 20 feet away.
-Met convicts, ex-heroin addicts, crazy musicians, new friends, rednecks, Amish, people from all over the world in bus stations and on the bus.
-Slept outside underneath a heating vent on cardboard.
-Took the fastest boat across a part of the ocean!
-Saw Art Museums, major tourists attractions across North America.
-Got the most ridiculous sun burn in my life.
-Gamble in Vegas.
-Swam in the Pacific ocean.
-Actually fucking made it to San Francisco, fuck you guys!

I'm probably forgetting some stuff, but you know.
And now, what to do in the New Year?
Let's start by getting healthy.
Expanding my social circle.
Getting this new band off the ground.
Sewing me some new digs with my sewing machine.
Traveling somewhere far and somewhere crazy.
I'd like to fly.
I'd like to sail.
I'd like to go fishing.
I'd like to meet somebody new.
I'd like to forget the past.
I'd like to embrace the present.
Oh and have a fucking right awesome time for birthday week.

I think I could make this shit happen.

2007-12-12T13:53:00.000-08:00

To go or not to go, that is the question.

2007-11-25T22:24:00.000-08:00

I don't get why you would...
...
AND then do...
Of course I'm clueless about...
...
One things lead to...
...
And I do what anyone would...
In my situation...
AND YOU DID...
...
...
And you wonder why...
Then I...
...
...
Forever...
...
And it's...
And you...
And I...
Finally it...
... ... ...
... ...
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And then we...
Go out for ice cream?
Really...

...

2007-11-23T13:23:00.000-08:00

Fuck.
I don't know what the fuck.
I've never taken better care of myself.
YET.
I keep getting sick.
I have tonsillitis.
But no m0ney to cure it since they cut my paycheque!
I have to play a show later on tonight.
Therefor I have conceded to taking Ibuprofen.
I don't want to do antibiotics again.
Whats the point of going to New Brunswick if I can't get hammered?
All I did today at work was let tears roll down my face.
I really just want a hug.
Being sick makes me a pathetic blubbering mess.
Fuck.

2007-11-22T09:16:00.000-08:00

I had a thought.
When I'm sleeping my brain is being jerk.
It's like it doesn't like the pain of swallowing.
SO.
Therefor I end up with buckets of drool.
How gross is that shit?
I don't feel like fighting anymore.
Or crying.
This blows.

2007-11-22T00:41:00.000-08:00

I forgot what it's like to cry when you're sick.
I had snot dripping down my face for a good solid 20 minutes.
I keep thinking about certain things.
I watched Dancer in the Dark, I didn't think it was that great.
I watched Away From Her, I didn't think that was great either.
I spent a lot of time with my back turned to the TV.
I feel so ill, it makes me even more depressed.
My ears are killing me, I can barely swallow my own spit, the chills make my stomach crawl.
Why did I, we, say such hurtful things.
I'm going to sleep, and sleep all day.

2007-11-21T05:25:00.000-08:00

I could feel it coming.
And now I'm down with a cold.
I'm also sad.
But you know.
The cold hurts, my throat hurts.
I'm going to hole myself up in my room again.
It was successful the last time.
This time I'm going to rent some films.
I'll spend hours carefully choosing these films.
I like being at Video Difference.
It's fun.
One time, I farted really loudly and everyone looked over.
And I said 'TADA!'
Yeah, Sadastan.

2007-11-19T10:29:00.000-08:00

Thursday Scribbler had a show at Gus'.
I waited around the house for my dear sweet Crystal.
And since she was making her way to my end of the world.
I had a party.
Sherry and Dan were the firsts to arrive.
I say party but it was a small gathering of awesome friends.
We listened to a bunch of 45's and had a good time.
After that it was off to the show.
Scribbler's set was great, they have some really sweet tunes going on.
I'm so glad he finally turned that prostitution song into a rocker.
I'd been bugging about that for a year now.
After the show I hung out with Crystal and Marc at Murder.
I had the whole day off Friday.
Mike, Crystal and I watched 2 hours of hilarious youtube none-sense.
Then I hit the old Cerebus, finished another book.
Tony and I are on the same book, which is totally balls.
Tay said he'd bring the first two I missed out on, it'll probably explain some stuff I don't understand.
Dan came home in an impressively good mood.
He humped the Tay for a bit, the usual Friday night excitement.
We ate some shrooms, which did nothing for him but floored me.
I was all over the map.
We went to Charlie's and I tried my best to keep my composure.
Eben was there which is always a fun treat.
He's someone I never get to see enough of.
He walked me home after everyone headed to D-Lips' party.
I decided to hit they hay since I had work in the morning.
But the shrooms had a different idea than I.
I started losing it, I kept getting up about to call what's-his-face.
But then running back into my room at top speed right when I got to the phone.
I spent hours rolling around in bed trying to get the images off the back of my eyes.
I finally made it to bed and managed to wake up in time for work.
I went over to HQs after work and hit the nap train hard.
After that Hulia said she wanted us all to head over to our house.
Dan decided to hit the booze one more time.
Dan, Gary, Tay, Megan and I all hit youtube.
Drunken youtube watching is becoming the new awesome.
Trailer spoofs, picnicface, and GI Joe, oh yeah.
Everyone headed to show but Dan and I got left behind.
We made it down there for 12 just in time for the Moth set.
I got to see some MOB doing their thang.
The Moth set was fucking awesome I danced my face off.
The A/V was one more dance party.
I miss good shows being every weekend, there was time when this was the case.
Afterwards Dan and I got some food at Randy's.
We couldn't make up our minds so zuchinni fingers, onion rings and poutine.
I met Final Fantasy he was chilling with Simon.
I giggled like a school girl the whole way home.
Next morning I sent Dan out for bacon and whipped up some delicious breakfast.
I got some house cleaning in there too.
We had laundry pool again, and I managed to win one game!!!
Oh how proud and excited I was.
Afterwards Crystal and I went to Molly's for food and drinks.
We hit Propeller and then we ended up at Charlie's.
I miss that Crystal, I'm glad she came down this weekend.
Yesterday was Sophia's birthday, she would of been 23.
I heard our favorite song twice that day and when I came home I watched Corina Corina.
I wonder sometimes, if we'd still be friends or if we would drifted apart.

2007-11-16T08:23:00.001-08:00

Some say, you lay in the bed you make.
If this is the bed I made.
I wonder.
Every corner is tucked.
Every pillow fluffed.
Yet, it all seems messy.
Like...
When you get in bed.
And one of the sheet corners snaps.
And when that happens.
Where are you?

2007-11-15T04:51:00.000-08:00

Fighting with you makes my whole body hurt.
It's always garbage fights and so stupid.
Band practice was a ridiculously awesome time.
I wrote a song about PCP and amputation.
It was Jenny's birthday yesterday!
Shigging was in town and I guess is living here now!
There was a little gathering of people over on North St to celebrate.
Lots of booze and weird make outs.
I somehow managed to leave, go to practice and come back to a better party.
AND THEN.
Managed to convince an entire group of drunks to go to Charlie's.
I won at pool again, Mark scratched on the 8 again.
Too many drugs.
Too much booze.
Too many cigarettes.
Not enough satisfaction.

2007-11-13T05:06:00.000-08:00

Tuesday of last week was a mess.
I drank to the limit and insulted some people.
Hopefully I can control myself today.
Wednesday was awesome practice.
We wrote a song about Cerebus the Aardvark.
I have to say it's one of my favorites yet.
It's right easy to remember, I think I have it almost memorized.
Thursday the boys played a show at Gus'.
Dan totally caved and drank his face off.
Eight days of sobriety is pretty impressive.
Well, sort of.
The show was fun, Something Delicious from Moncton played.
They're interesting to say the least.
After the show we all went to HQ.
Tony got right upset with me, but he was just being hammered.
I went over to the neighbors wrapped in a blanket to hang out.
Those 2 boys are pretty funny, I think they were making fun of me.
Gary had Naomi, Neal and Dan over some stir-fry on Friday.
I showed Dan a bunch of my high school pictures.
Friday I got right pissed at some people playing pool.
It's just not fair to sit there with balls racked up and not play for 45 minutes.
Or to line up like 4 sets of quarters and not even be playing.
Especially in a place like Charlie's, I was so pissed.
The next morning it was epic breakfast time.
French toast was agreed upon and a grocery list written.
These elaborate breakfasts really are something.
Lots of planning and intense eating.
I spent the whole day at HQ getting stoned and reading.
I decided to go home and watch Brazil.
Gary, Christoph and Dan decided to watch the movie too.
I was exhausted and fell asleep but I do remember thinking the movie was good.
Those silver flying suits are something else.
The next day I went to Joe's and got more breakfast items.
I made omeletes and savory potatoes for us.
Laundry pool was again in full effect.
I lost all 4 games, congrats on the reigning champion.
Best 2 out of 3... wait I meant 3 out of 5.. wait no, 4 out of 7.
Some really interesting conversation to be had during this tournament.
Berny was playing Robert Johnson covers by Eric Clapton all day.
I spent some time at HQ, drinking and doing the usual.
November 11th marked 12 years since Sophia died.
I did a little crying, did a lot of drinking, lots of other drugs.
Some old Remembrance Day.
Mark's birthday was on the 12th, so he was having a little soiree at his place.
That was exciting, I miss hanging out with my other cool cats.
I watched the Birds with Gary on Monday morning.
We headed over to HQ and I got myself some afternoon delight.
Off to work wear some gangsta called me BIG MAMA and told me 'I might as well just put those right in his face, just prop them up on the counter"
WHAT.
I hung out with Jen after that.
Dan was being lame and went to sleep.
Everyone else headed to R4$s.
We cooked hash and talked about girly girl awesome shit.
SUCKERS.

2007-11-05T08:41:00.000-08:00

I do this all the time.
I think of things I want to discuss in the old blog.
Then you know, carry on about life.
Wake up the next day and realize I forgot.
So instead of talking about exciting well thought out ideas.
We'll go for more of the same.
I watched Groundhog's Day with Dan.
I forgot how much I loved that movie.
I want it for Christmas.
When I was a kid I'd watch it 2 or 3 times in a row.
Re-wind, glass of juice, play, re-wind, pee break, play.
Dan and Tony whipped up a delicious breakfast.
I never make breakfast myself I always go out and buy it.
It was a tasty treat.
Alex, Marc, Hoolia and I went to Charlie's after work.
I love that bar, it's so close, sitting around with friends.
On Friday, I swung by Newwave's house.
Him and Venessa were spreading out finger foods.
Delicious cheese bread was served up with chocolate cheese.
I got hammered and headed to band practice.
Which was a total success, I love that band.
Practice is so calm and everybody's usually in a good mood.
Things get done, 3 practices, 3 songs.
The boys and I headed to Charlie's for some beers and pool.
Well, Dan, Gary and Neil aren't drinking for November.
But the rest of us, beer.
Afterwards I went to HQ, Dan started to eat raw potatoes, which I promptly slapped out of his hand.
How do you spell Gerrald?
Anyway, we went to his apartment and talked for hours.
The next morning I got hit by awesome breakfast again.
Oh and some of the best naps ever.
Saturday was 'hurricane' day, it was rainy and windy.
Tay and Meghan showed up soaked.
I started reading Cerebus, which I got hooked by immediately.
I read the entire Church & State 1 in one night.
The next day I ordered nachos for breakfast, which is admittedly disgusting.
I started reading Church & State 2, got about half-way through before laundry-pool.
Pool on Sundays is now a competition, the winner being Laundry-Pool champion.
I am not the holder of said title this week, but next week, I shall have my revenge.
After work I hung out with those Murder house kids.
We watched Hugh run around with those girls in his bathrobe.
Television really captivates me sometimes.
But most of the time I fucking hate it.
Deal.. No Deal is the worst show invented.
And there we have it.
Minus the masturbation, a mundane day to day catalog of the last few days.

2007-11-01T10:23:00.000-07:00

Halloween was a total success.
Minus a few things, but nothings perfect right?
I wish I had time to get into it.
But I don't.
Highlight of the evening though.
Dan got on the bar.
And Dave pulled down his pants and underwear.
So there's Dan, pant-less on the bar.
I love my local bartender.
Long live Charlie's.

2007-10-31T13:37:00.001-07:00

How can you say, you're looking for something if you never allow yourself to have it?
I wonder.

2007-10-31T04:49:00.001-07:00

Well, I'm done playing the blame game.
I'm considerably less upset.
That might because of all the
I'm late for work.

2007-10-29T22:08:00.000-07:00

You stupid bitch.
How the fuck could you do that?
How the fuck could you be so god damn stupid?
It almost baffles the fucking mind.
I can't fucking believe it.
It's too much.
You stupid bitch.
I know some people are less intelligent.
But really.
Come on now, how can you be THAT stupid.
Now I have to be a damn grown up.
It's fucking bullshit.
You stupid fucking idiot.
And stop fucking sucking up to me.
I see right through that shit.
FUCK.

2007-10-25T12:58:00.000-07:00

Mom is coming to town.
Minnie Mouse is coming together.
My mouth is coming along.
OH YEAH.

2007-10-24T04:53:00.000-07:00

I got this phone call.
I don't know how I feel about it.
It's one of those things.
It could be good or it could be bad.
I guess I just need more details.
I'm glad they thought of me.
I don't want to slip into the same bullshit.
Bickering, name-calling.
That was something of the past.
Underlying hostility was better.
Well, probably not.
Couldn't there be a middle ground?
The power went out last night.
I haven't been in a power outrage in a while.
I haven't been in one with friends, ever.
A riot I tell ya.
Charlie's was fun for a bit.
Then it got pretty... old.
Crowley told me I can 'technically' drink while on these pills.
Now why the hell did he have to go and say that?
Watching your friends be hammered sucks.
They're all talking crazy and I'm just staring.
It's like my mind goes blank.
Void of all conversation.
Besides my jaw hurts when I strain to talk loud.
This thing is clearing up fast though.
Exciting.

2007-10-22T22:36:00.000-07:00

Free breakfast.
Walk across the bridge.
Awesome new digs.
Ferry ride home.
Harbor fries.
Alterations and master mindings.
Clean kitchen.
Trudy and Sean goodbyes.
Giggly HQ.
Rock dollars success.
The ability to be sober...
and have fun.

2007-10-21T22:35:00.000-07:00

Day 1 of not drinking is declared a success!
With the very short return of Trudy and Sean things are awesome.
I got off work in a great mood, and came home to a party.
We laughed and loved and I cracked jokes.
And then we laughed at the ordeal that is me taking pills.
Really, quite the success.
Followed up by some Rejected Cartoons and GI Joe videos.
Ah the internet.
Making me laugh since 1999.

2007-10-21T11:59:00.000-07:00

Mission accomplished!
*high five*
In unrelated noise, the dreaded jaw infection returns.
No drinking for this girl for the next 10 days.
But the day I get to start drinking happens to be Halloween.
All is not lost!
I saw the cemetery for the first time today.
I also walked through the public gardens, it had been a while.
Dan. Gary and I did laundry today.
I had my last beer at Charlie's before I start taking the pills.
6 oclock tonight, is the show down.
Me and that bottle of pills, well... we're going to tango.

2007-10-18T21:42:00.000-07:00

Just because you're not scared, doesn't mean I'm not.
I fucking hate it when people bust that shit out.
"well I did this thing"
LA DI FUCKING DA.
It still doesn't change how I feel about the scenario.
I'm still going to be scared.
No matter how many people put their damn heads in a lion's mouth.
I sure the fuck ain't doing that shit.
I also hate when people say they're going to do shit and don't.
And then when you call them on it, they guilt trip you.
Fuck you.
Seriously fuck you.
And why the fuck does my fucking house smell like rot, teenage boy sweat and pure garbage?
I cleaned the entire kitchen and living room a week ago.
And I ain't fucking doing it again.
I'm never even fucking here.
This all boils down to.
I need to get fucking laid.
My panties won't be in so much of a bunch.

2007-10-18T08:11:00.000-07:00

First decent conversation we've had in a month.
Maybe it was the Beatles.
Or your concern over expired ear drops.
But I'm glad it happened.
I'm not even sure where the underlining hostility came from.
On both our parts for that matter.
Whatever it's all good in the hood.
The hair is cut, and I look cute as a button.
I got some new fancy duds and busted out the winter hat.
This year's level of acceptance came a lot faster.
It's winter, slowly but surely, it's coming.
But I can embrace the awesome accessories that come with it.
Hats, scarfs, mittens, boots, wool socks, tights and gloves.
I really have nothing of interest to talk about.
Things have been boring.
I got so drunk the other night.
I didn't realize I hadn't eaten.
So I came home after 3 cans of Faxe and 2 Honey Wheats.
Jumped in the bath with my clothes on, so I could get my hair wet?
Then ordered nachos and watched Sister Act with Hoolia.
I hear I fell asleep and snored, sounds about awesome.
Holy shit!
The new band practiced last night.
It sounds amazing, I'm like REALLY excited.
In about an hour and a half we busted out one song.
It rocks, it's about obsession.
Something I'm all too familiar with.
Oh this is exciting.
We've decided Wednesdays jam night.
What a perfect night for jamming.
I'll say it again.
I'm excited.

2007-10-12T13:52:00.001-07:00

When I'm not actively trying to sleep with someone I get so much done.
I hang out with friends a lot more.
Make awesome plans for adventures.
Clean the house, my room.
Do buttloads of work at work.
You know?
Really productive shit.
What's that say about me?
I'm going out to dinner with Derrick and Nicole.
We are going to discuss our awesome new band.
I am beyond excited.
A useful distraction.
The boys are planning to go home early December.
I'm going, I'm excited to see their home town.
I love road trips, there so epic.

2007-10-10T19:51:00.000-07:00

Even when all I want is to be alone, I can't.
Even if it's writing in my blog obsessively.
Just so I have some kind of outside contact.
My mom isn't coming this weekend.
It sucks, I really wanted her to.
She'll be here in two weeks though.
Thank you GST, thank you so much.

2007-10-10T04:59:00.000-07:00

Wars over.
How did I get home?
Theres nachos.
I don't recall eating.
Theres a spilled ash tray.
I don't recall spilling.
How the fuck did I get home?
How did I get the keys in the hole thinger?
Jesus.

2007-10-09T04:59:00.000-07:00

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, here are the war updates.
Through out the night subliminal messages were sent to the opposition of Sadastan.
These came in the form of nightmares armed to scare the army from it's main attack.
The opposition is going to go through seven hours of intense therapy all day.
The experimental therapy comes in the form of porno and sex toys.
The goal here is to distract the mind of thoughts of danger and treachery.
With the Tuesday night attack well on it's way nothing more can be done.
Except maybe laundry.

2007-10-08T20:38:00.000-07:00

Camp 2 was compromised, by foot wear and creeping thoughts.
The injured need fixing, there needs to be medical care STAT.
What needs to be done is drastic.
The remedy is almost too much to type.
I like to call it, emergency breakfast food and a shitty romantic comedy.
I would never go to such drastic measures if I didn't feel it necessary.
I'll keep you guys informed as the events unfold.
It's like M*A*S*H all over again.

2007-10-08T19:04:00.000-07:00

ITS LIKE THAT AND THATS THE WAY IT IS.
RUN DMC IS THE SHIT.
Camp 2 is about to be infiltrated.
Top 5 reasons to drink.
1. Sex
2. Fun
3. Yes
4. No
5. Sad
Don't be sad get glad.

2007-10-08T16:47:00.000-07:00

Sadastan is falling, their battle plan is weak.
When you introduce nuns who can sing to the folds.
It's not pretty for the opposition.
You can hear their battle cries for miles.
'OOOOoooooo Maria....'
Top 5 depressing moments in history.
Or Top 5 records.
John Cusack has it all figured out.

2007-10-08T14:52:00.000-07:00

Borat was definitely the most effective move.
What a masterpiece of pure ignorance.
And we all know ignorance is bliss.
Up next, Sister Act.
I could use a little nun comedy in my life.

2007-10-08T12:52:00.000-07:00

I Am Sam, you destroy me every time.
The opposition took a blow but things are still looking good.
Some bullshit romantic comedy, or John Q?
What would be the best tactical effort?
How to strike?
How to move forth and kill the enemy?
Take down Sadastan once and for all!
YOU CAN TAKE OUR LIVES BUT YOU CAN NEVER TAKE OUR FREEDOM!
Braveheart fools.
Brave mother fucking heart.

2007-10-08T10:14:00.001-07:00

This just in!
Sadastan leaders fear they might be losing the war.
With the opposition bringing in secret weapons, it's looking bleak.
Special Task Forces also known as Hoolians have joined the battle.
They're dropping bombs known as Instant Popcornators all over the country side.
With these new radical tactics, no one knows what will happen.
A re-grouping meeting to be held at the camp 2 - Charlie's later in the evening.
I AM SAM WANTS YOU!

Get it?
Uncle Sam... I Am Sam...
Fuck I'm clever.

2007-10-08T08:00:00.000-07:00

I put a blanket over my window.
It's like a cave up in this.
Forrest Gump did not disappoint.
I cried like a little bitch.
I might throw in I Am Sam before Hoolia gets back.
But first, I shall leave my chamber to cash some checks.
Maybe go see Justin at work.
Maybe I'll get some turkey dinner for one.
But only if beer and smokes can fit in the budget.
I Am Sam, oh yeah boy.

2007-10-08T06:13:00.000-07:00

Well, I fell asleep.
Forrest Gump, take 2.
Action!

2007-10-07T21:52:00.000-07:00

When you're fighting a battle sometimes you need to change the battle plan.
So instead of crying over nachos and having Forrest Gump in, I choose something else.
A little dancing movie called Girls Just Want to Have Fun.
It's one of those super cheesy dancing movies from the 80's.
Brilliant really, a true gem in it's class of cheese.
BUT NOW, FOR THE MAAAAAAAAAIN EVENT.
Forrest Gump.
Round 1 - Cry.
Let the lame begin.

2007-10-07T19:51:00.000-07:00

We interrupt Forrest Gump to bring you the latest.
Nachos, coming atcha.
Now if only I had ice cream.
This would basically be the saddest party for 1.

2007-10-07T19:09:00.000-07:00

I think I figured out what SS Princess Lindsay stands for.
Sloppy seconds, ouch.
Well since we're talking boats, the Slums, not a sinker.
Freak show families, I'm all over it.
Next up Forrest Gump.
If he can do it, so can I.
Or some bullshit like that.

2007-10-07T17:31:00.000-07:00

WHOOT WHOOT All aboard the Shame Train.
Beginning point, Mean Girls.
The scenery was hilarious and the view A+.
We're arriving at our destination.
The Slums of Beverly Hills.
I could use a little slumming.
A little something.

2007-10-07T15:35:00.000-07:00

Reporting live from Sadastan, with late breaking news.
The weather report for Tank Girl just in.
It was a side of sunny with some cloudy periods.
Now what we can expect in the forecast for the next few hours is.
A lot of masturbation and a cameo appearance by Lindsay Lohan.
Now for the main event.
Mean Girls.

2007-10-07T13:45:00.000-07:00

Good Morning Vietnam was hilarious.
I haven't seen Robin Williams in anything in a long time.
We're off to a great start down here in depression city.
Let's see what Tank Girl has to has to bring to the table.
*a hush falls over the crowd*

2007-10-07T11:29:00.001-07:00

I borrowed about 12 movies from Murder.
I'm not leaving the house for days.
I'll update on the movies as I watch them.
If you see me by Joe's and I have a twitch.
You'll no why.
Fuck.
I wish I was in mother fucking New-Brunswick.
Borat
Slums of Beverly Hills
Clerks
Forest Gump
Mean Girls
Good Morning Vietnam
Before Sunset
Tank Girl
Sister Act
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
and
Dazed & Confused
Movie screening party in my bedroom.
If anyone wants to drop by.

2007-10-07T07:20:00.001-07:00

Well.
I definitely opened my mouth.
Ugh.

2007-10-06T06:44:00.000-07:00

That's it.
I'm never opening my mouth again.

2007-10-04T10:55:00.000-07:00

Finally, a show.
I had so much fun.
Before.
After.
During.
Before was ridiculous, practicing is a party.
Getting everything together.
Anxiety and nervousness before getting up there.
I miss that shit, fuck.. that was fun.
During, oh boy.
I wish I could remember the lyrics.
So I could be, you know, more ridiculous.
Dance, walk around, fall to the ground, be slutty.
That sort of thing.
Give the show some more.. something.
ANYWAYS.
What a party.
I've been feeling a rush all day.
I'm glad so many people came out too.
Wednesday shows are always kind of scary.
Al though, if you're going to ask me to put ya on the guest list, fucking show up.
I could of put people on there that would of actually came.
Instead, totally wasted.
Except 1 person came, to which I am grateful.
Guest list man, it's a powerful thing.
And after the show was hilarious.
Drive home with Craig Hamlin, rocking out.
Late night girl talk with Hoolia.
Good times, Wednesday is awesome.
Alright, what else has been happening.
Mike D and I are going to hit a football game.
Live in your face football?
Beer?
Party!
Speaking of Mike D, the other day.
Jen and Mike were lazing around after crazy Saturday.
Watching football, I came to interrupt.
We ordered food, complained, watched hockey youtube videos.
You know, the proper way to waste a Sunday.
I hung out with the Tay on Monday.
A little laundry, errand running combo.
Three hours flew by in no time.
Monday night at Reflections was good.
There was the Search, Fuck Montreal and No Flyers Please.
I didn't know anyone else there.
Yet had a ball, throwing drinks around, general crazy.
I don't even remember the walk home.
I do remember some vague reference to Sister Act.
Tuesday.
Oh Jesus.
I had mayo.
I feel gross.
I've felt dirty since.
Fuck condiments.
They make me.. ugh.
I got to see Didier at shot night, which is awesome.
Oh OH OH.
I went to the Menz bar for the first time.
Had some awesome hang outs with Krista.
AND TODAY.
I hung with Christian and we gossiped like teenage girls.
Sweet breakfast at Mary's and less then intellectual conversation.
Simmons is my favorite gossip buddy.
Well.
Lets see what the rest of the week holds.

2007-10-01T06:36:00.000-07:00

I just woke up from a dream that had to do with.
My mother in the 70's, my mother's friends in the 70's.
Rats, mice, bats, the dark, urination, period blood.
My old house, my work, an old neighborhood.
Photo albums, poppers, blankets and toilets.
I hope I never think of it again, it was too much.
Well you did it sir.
You've pushed me away.
I never thought it would happen.
It sucks that a place that made me feel really good.
Now makes me feel like shit.
Saturday was absolutely insane.
I did some ridiculous things.
Said some even more ridiculous things.
I'm trying to leave ya alone.
I really am, sometimes I'm just an idiot.

2007-09-24T08:52:00.000-07:00

Fund raising business.
One more time.
For kids.
To keep myself busy.
To keep myself out of trouble.
Taylor said I was a philanthropist.
I had to look it up.
I like it though.
Crafts.
Kids.
Fun.

2007-09-23T22:46:00.000-07:00

I have to stay away.
The thought of it makes me feel ill though.
Seriously ill.
Plain and simple.
This sucks.
I'm tired.
All over tired.
Maybe it's because I'm sick.
You make me feel like a stupid, young, undesirable girl.
And I know it's not your intention.
Maybe I am those things.
Maybe I am in a rut.
Maybe I am a rut.
Maybe the internet sucks.
Maybe my blog sucks.
Maybe I'm drunk.
Maybe I'm melo-dramatic.
Maybe I'm young.
Maybe I'm head over heels.
Maybe I'm ridiculous.
Maybe the worlds ridiculous.
Maybe I'm detached.
Maybe I'm attached.
Maybe I don't care.
Maybe I care too much.
Maybe I'm unforgiving.
Maybe I'm too forgiving.
Maybe I'm shallow.
I'm definitely shallow.
Maybe I'm feeling awful.
Maybe I'm pretending.
Maybe I like the word maybe.
Maybe because it reveals nothing.
Maybe because its ambiguous.

Maybe.

2007-09-22T23:09:00.001-07:00

This is useless.

2007-09-21T15:06:00.000-07:00

I've never felt so trapped in my life.
I need to get the fuck out of this house.
Now.
I just want a beer.
Fresh air.
And friends.
I hate being home.
I hate being home alone even more.
FUCK.

2007-09-21T05:18:00.001-07:00

If I am not freshly showered by the end of the day...
Someone take me out to the streets and beat me.
Seriously.

2007-09-19T11:36:00.000-07:00

If the question is 'Why?'.
Then is the answer always 'Why not?'.
Lesson is.
If someone is trying to a conversation.
It's not awesome to be drunk and horny and not listen.
So next time, I'll listen.
The other two things.
Can't be helped.

2007-09-18T13:40:00.000-07:00

I had this dream last night.
I can't decide if it was a nightmare or not.
Ala, Craig, Alex, Dan, the Tay, Amy, Lizard Face and I are on a raft.
Theres also this dude in red swim trunks and a blond.
The guy in the trunks starts exposing himself to us, but he has a vagina!
We all decide to jump into the current and be swept down the coast.
It so happens the coast is the one where I grew up.
There was all the landmarks that actually exist.
And a bunch of landmarks I've dreamed of before.
We go through a patch of crabs and they bite us like crazy.
All of a sudden Lizard Face and I are on land running, looking down at all the swimmers.
We catch up to them at the end of a turn and jump back in.
Theres a van in the water, and Phil's drum set is being thrown in the water.
Craig and Amy start lubing each other up with Wet warming lube.
All the while Dan's yelling "We're already wet!".
But they keep going at it.
Then theres lawn furniture in the water, and the ocean disappears.
A bunch of people come over the cliff, set down their chairs for a concert.
And I woke up.
I looked at the clock and it said 9:01.
I screamed 'Fuck Dan!' pissed he hadn't woken me sooner for work.
Then he walks in the room, starts shaking his head and his eyes become one.
And I woke up.
It's 8:31, and theres a note from Dan that I can't read.
I'm getting super frustrated to the point of crying.
And I woke up.
It's 8:27, and it's reality.
I find Dan listening to the Violent Femmes, and he has both eyes.
Whew.
I met Greg Thorney last night.
I had no idea who he was.
I was right drunk and being a jerk.
He loved it though.

2007-09-15T08:15:00.000-07:00

I have a really hard to keeping resolutions I make.
I'm already starting to crack.
CRACK UNDER THE PRESSURE.
There is however one of those I've stayed true with.
Which is probably why I'm unwavering in this.
Now, I can't keep the one to lose weight.
I've been losing that battle forever.
Why are things so bad for you, so good?
Oh so good.
In every aspect of life.

2007-09-13T17:54:00.000-07:00

OH MY GOD!
Totally amazing.
I am so happy for you.
Boy.
I can't even describe last night.
It started out beautifully.
Things were really working out.
Then, it all goes to hell.
I am tired of fighting.
It's exhausting.
It makes my stomach hurt.
And for what?
For nothing substantial.
You've been an a good friend.
But.
I am tired of crying.
Therefor, I am done.
Done I tell ya.
It's a scary perspective but, it's final.
Be Bad tonight.
No booze tonight.
Things are looking up.

2007-09-11T20:53:00.000-07:00

Your note penetrates my heart, Trudy.
Now if only.
What will I do when you leave.
My life.
I need to hop.
I need to move.
I need to be free.
My life is a guaranteed zero here.
I can feel it in my bones.
I lie.
You lie.
We all lie.
We are all a bunch of liars.
This whole place.
I feel like a teenager.
It's time for a change.
How to go about it is the hard part.

2007-09-09T21:43:00.000-07:00

I am beginning to be concerned.
What ifs.
I'll have it all figured out by Wednesday.
Hopefully.
Maybe tomorrow.
That would probably be the responsible thing to do.
If you hit yourself with a frying pan.
Does that make me stupid for being there?
Or you stupid for being yourself?
I haven't figured it out yet.
I'm sick of this place already.
I think I understand Leah way more.
This place drains me.
Makes me feel weird.
On one hand I know I do it to myself.
On the other hand, I wouldn't if there was anything better to do.
I laughed a lot this weekend.
Trudy and I went busking, which was amazing.
I sprayed Ala and Mike with water for an hour.
I could barely breathe I was laughing so hard.
The roof was awesome too, the weather sweet.
And yet.

2007-09-08T09:22:00.000-07:00

Who does that?
Seriously.
I love blogs so much.
Although, sometimes.
I have no idea how ambiguous I can be.
And you wonder.
Well, I don't wonder since I know in some cases.
If it's about you.
Oh the internet.
Last night was great.
I was so drunk I drowned my purse.
I walked home by myself which never happens.
Drinking gave me balls of steel.
Also stupidity.
The show was tiresome.
I have to stop taking things that aren't mine.
Oh the discussion.
The almighty discussion.
THE DISCUSSION TO RUIN ALL DISCUSSIONS.
I'm just being dramatic.
It's Halifax, everyone's a God damn drama queen.

2007-09-06T10:59:00.000-07:00

Boy was I right on the prediction of Charlie's.
I got my tarot cards read, I lie every time.
Justin was right, if you tell the person the question they interpret it differently.
Especially funny if they feel like they can guess.
Anyways, I got smashed.
At one point there was 2 shots of tequila, a double gin and lime and a honey wheat infront of me.
Gone within minutes, I knew there would be trouble.
Trudy says she walked me home and Dan was freaking out.
"Dude you got to help Lindsay, she's all messed up, SHE'S NOT DOING GOOD".
Haha.
Judging by the pile of puke next to my bed he was probably right for once.
I surprisingly felt great the next day.
I had to be at work early too which was exciting.
I had some Greek Village, and a ton of ice water.
Things were alright.
After work I hung out with Chandy and ate like crazy.
I don't know whats up with me I can't stop eating.
Precious delicious food!
We went to her and Kerri's house and watched 'The Room'.
I have never laughed that hard at a movie ever.
Do yourself a favor and check it out one time.
There was a small crowd at Charlie's, so I had myself a beer.
Afterward I lit another smoke bomb in the streets.
HERE I AM NOW.
15 minutes away from walking my pretty little self to work.
All full after a monster omelet and peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Believe it.

2007-09-04T04:42:00.000-07:00

I was not myself on Friday.
Which sucks since my favorite thing in the world is being surrounded by people.
The night wasn't a total loss though.
When it was time to go home the downpour was insane.
I took off my shoes, pearls, and cardigan and stepped out into the madness.
By the time we had walked a black I was drenched.
Which takes us to crazy sing a longs and some of the best drunk rain dancing.
Pretty sweet.
We made some delicious eats once home and called it a night.
Gumby and Josue were in town Saturday!
I therefor decided to have a little party at the house.
Just a little something before Gus'.
My first guest was Dan, I have him the note to end all notes and things were good.
The downstairs neighbor came over, she's a cool cat.
At first I was like 'NOBODY WILL COME', then they did.
Whew, I hate the pressure of throwing a party.
By the time we left for the show I was severely intoxicated.
I gave Dan an of the floor wedgee and it was amazing.
The show was a dance party spectacle, totally worth it.
By the end of the night I was stinky and sweaty, barely alive.
This dude gave me a bunch of shrooms for Dan and me but I took them all.
Soon there after started tripping and we started walking home.
I wanted to visit the stairs to nowheres, so we hit it.
Long story short, Dan left me in an alley for 4 minutes while I was high as fuck on shrooms.
It was dark and scary and I started crying and screaming his name.
We started fighting, I was damn pissed off and he was being totally self righteous and a dick.
After we were at HQ and the fun didn't stop I said walk me home.
What followed was mind blowingly weird, and I still don't get it.
Whatever.
Next day, Ziggy Stardust, coffee, and some insane dancing.
Trudy, Sean and Christian were scary happy.
Dan and I went out for Latin brunch, it was delicious as usual.
Then off for some laundry and pool combo.
I of course lost every game, damnit I will get better.
Mike D folded Dan's laundry for 1$.
Trudy, Tony, Dan and I spend of the rest of the night trading cop stories and drinking.
After passing out on the couch I stumbled home at 9 am.
Julia and I had some homemade lunch, fish and potatoes, delicious.
I went to light a smoke bomb off on HQ's roof, saw some Oprah at Murder.
Great Monday afternoon.
Work was great, I did absolutely nothing.
Rock dollars was packed, I sold smokes for a buck a piece to afford drinks.
I walked home with Dan and we had the bullshit discussion, one more time.
This is slowly becoming not worth it.
Whats it take for a girl to get some mindless action?
I can't explain myself any better.
The fact that someone could be that egotistical drives me nuts.
Boy, tonight's Charlie's, what could the night hold.
More of me slowly wishing I was gone on another trip.

2007-08-31T21:52:00.000-07:00

BBQs at the Fjort will forever be a staple in my life.
Lots of fun were had, and lots of kids came out to chill on the stoop.
Craig gave me a free pitcher at Reflections, all and all a good night.
Tuesday was another party and a half.
It was my first day back at work and I rocked it out hard.
I made tons of cash and had awesome customers come in all day.
Justin got me filled in on all the porn shop gossip.
After work it was off to HQ for some good old pre-Charlie's drink-a-thon.
I played pool with Dan, and lost terribly.
I can barely remember how to play, but I'm sure it'll come back to me.
I asked him to participate in earthy things and off we went.
When I came home the next day Christian was feeling the breakfast train.
We found his friend Jess and she joined the posse.
On the way back from Mary's he spotted Sean on the street.
Trudy was back in the town!
Oh the hugs and the sharing of stories that followed.
Laura Dawe showed up and we all decided to hope on the second hand shopping train.
After hanging out on the couches at Sally Ann, and trying on a billion dresses at VV we headed home.
Crystal showed up at Gus' later that night and I about had a heart attack.
We made plans for delicious Ethiopian food for the next day.
The Bad Motels almost made me wet my panties and dance like a mother fucker
Grace Kelly was definitely the most amazing of the dancers.
She really gave her hard.
The Fantods closed it up and goodbyes were said.
On the way home Julia, Brad, Crystal, Marc and I found a kitty.
Brad decided to take it home, which was oh so noble.
Another amazing day at work followed by awesome Crystal lunch date.
We made our way over to HQ with beers in hand.
Man, I love that roof, so refreshing, especially when the sun is going down.
Dan dry humped me on the couch infront of everyone, it was quite the show.
I think I might of molested the Tay a little bit, maybe even some photographic evidence.
While we were on the roof someone lit off some awesome fireworks.
GOOD TIMES.
We went to Charlie's and it was round 2 of slaughter Lindsay at pool.
I fucking hate when you tell me how I feel.
I know how I fucking feel.
And I'm not a God damn child.
I was wondering how long it would take.
And now I need at least a 4 day break.
Because if not, I'll smash your face.
The only person who knows how I feel is me.
The trip put me in a really good place.
I know what I want and that definitely isn't a steady annoying piss of shit boyfriend.
Can't people just use each other for awesomeness?
Can't a person just drift through life alone?
I'm aware that in the this stage of my life I'm selfish.
I wouldn't make a good girlfriend for anyone.
But does that mean I can't get some fucking cake?
Why is that so fucking complicated?
JESUS.

2007-08-26T23:20:00.000-07:00

I'm back!
The last two days have been ridiculous.
Christian, Tony, Neil, the Tay, Justin, Ala, Julia, Dan, Chris, Alex, Mike D those are all the people I saw on my first day and in order.
It was fantastic, especially since I lied and told people I was coming home two days later then I was.
Dan and Tony were probably the most shocked.
Dan ran down the stairs of his apartment and gave me a running hug.
It's awesome to be welcomed home.
I saw a ton more people all night and told stories of my adventures.
We went to Charlie's to celebrate my return.
I couldn't even take a pool shot I was so intoxicated.
Loud shanningins followed.
Breakfast with Neil and Dan the next morning.
Then to D-Lips' house and Fjort for some hang outs.
I went over to Alex's house and the possee came out to the roof.
Chris Deon, Neal, Brian, Alex, the Fantods and I all had mad fun on the roof.
Then off to a show at Gus'.
I made the poor decision of riding Chris' bike drunkenly, I wiped out twice.
The show was fun, lots of beers to be had.
I had Latin brunch with Dan, we sat with Kerri and Emilie.
It's so fucking awesome to be home, it is beyond awesome.
I love seeing everybody and hearing about the shit I've missed and telling them what I was up to.
Alex and I decided to take basically the same trip Craig and I took.
This time, to the south and all the way up to the Yukon.
Boy - Girl - 2 people, that equation works.
After taking the bus trip already, I don't think it would work any other way.
YAY BEING HOME!
Come to the BBQ tomorrow!
Come to Charlie's on Tuesday!
Come say Hi!

2007-08-17T10:07:00.000-07:00

Yarmouth.
Portland.
Ludlow.
Connecticut.
Boston.
New York.
Cleveland.
Chicago.
Omaha.
Denver.
Las Vegas.
Los Angeles.
San Diego.
Los Angeles.
Santa Cruz.
Los Angeles.
San Francisco.
Reno.
Sacremonto.
Seattle.
Vancouver.
Calgary....
I'm a week away from home.
I'm excited and nervous.
I don't want to go home.
I want to adventure forever.
But I want to see my friends.
I miss Hoolia and Christian, Murder House, HQ, Meg and Chandy, the Fjort, Charlie's, Reflections, and the porn shop.
See you soon!

2007-07-24T20:49:00.000-07:00

The last 16 days have been ridiculous.
Lots of things happened.
Magical.
All I need to say in this post is.
I need to get out of here now.
And I will, in two days.
If only to forget how bad I am a fuck up.
And also, to distance myself from you.
For my own benefit.
I love you, but I think that's my downfall.
I just need to breathe for a month.
Do things totally different.
Come back with a new look on things.
If you love me, and want to say goodbye.
(This is directed at everyone), come to Charlie's on Thursday.
It's my going away hoorah.
I'm nervous.
I'm excited.
I'm terrified of whats to come.
Of what to expect when I get back.

THURSDAY AT CHARLIE'S!

2007-07-10T14:58:00.000-07:00

I went to a few shows this week.
The first being the awesome Wednesday show, Scribbler and Fantods played.
I like Scribbler's new sound, but they definitely have to keep the rock.
I had a major boy bashing session with Trudy out back.
We peed together, it was magical.
I think the major melo-drama from this night has already been talked about.
The next day Scribbler played again with the Kettle Black.
That show was low key, but fun.
Before hand I had awesome some with Crystal, Ethiopian style.
I went to visit the Tay at the parking thinger, I couldn't imagine being in that room as much as he is.
I got kicked out of the boy's bathroom at Gus' that night, first time in a boy's bathroom.
Breaking all the rules over here.
Afterwards I had some kind of meltdown in true Lindsay fashion.
Dave Liption walked me home, or so I hear.
Friday, the day shame died.
Trudy and I went to Crystals for some front porch hang out action.
She spotted two crusty kids she knew from Toronto, they came over for some hangouts too.
Eventually I took off and went to, can you guess, the place of my ultimate demise, HQ.
Trudy came over soon there after for the festivities.
Progressively the party was reaching ridiculous level and this was before we let for Charlie's .
When we got back things got weird.
Taylor and Grace took off their pants, just hanging out.
Whats her name showed up so I ran outside to the roof, granted I've heard bad things about me being up there.
Dan doesn't trust me out there so he came to hang.
We started fighting, I'm not sure what about but it's our style to fight a lot.
Then we were wrestling and I was hitting him, he eventually pulled me off the roof.
We were chilling in the hall for a bit then we somehow managed to pass out in this hallway, not the apartment hall way, but the building hallway.
I hear it was adorable, a little ball of too drunk.
I woke up confused and still drunk, got Trudy, we left.
When we got home at 7 in the morning we realized we were keyless, we managed to build a ladder out of a compost bin and a lawn chair.
Sean came home!
With cake and beer for Trudy's birthday.
A 24 for the 24th birthday.
We drank all day in the backyard eventually parting ways, they went to a party, I went, predictable.
I fucking hate it when people walk three feet infront of me instead of besides me.
The show at Gus' was fun, I danced a bunch, the walk home however was terrible.
I got Dan walking ahead of me, yelling at me about total bullshit, all pissed of for nothing.
I must of went to Murder house, but I can't remember.
I'll fill in Sunday and yesterday some other day.

2007-07-04T22:58:00.000-07:00

I've never cried in front of anyone in my life.
I've always kept my cool.
I couldn't do that on Canada day though.
I absolutely lost it.
I don't understand.
Why you just won't be it.
I feel like such an idiot.
Yet, my spirits aren't 100% down.
I still feel this thing.
I just don't know to what extend.
I like that this other girl is stupid.
About the same stupid as me.
And we both did something shitty.
To someone awesome.
I am the same kind of awful as you are.
Good for me.
I guess I've never pretended to be a good person.
I've always just laid it out.
This week has been full of ridiculousness.
I got so drunk the other I almost fell off a roof.
I scrapped both my knees.
Lucky for me my friends take care of me.
The other day I started crying at work.
I didn't think I had any money.
Which meant no booze or smokes.
This is when I came to a realization.
When I get back from my trip I'm working on being less of a drunk.
Seriously.
I feel like I've overcome something finally.
When I look at this other person I don't feel anything.
I feel like I wish we were friends.
Or better friends, but that'll change I'm sure.
This trip has to change my life.
I can't fucking wait to get out of this city.
See something different, get away from this place.
Not be in the same god damn drama.
I miss Julia.
My voice if reason.
She'll be home soon though.
Not soon enough.
I miss Leah.
My other voice of reason.
I'm glad I have Trudy though.
She makes me laugh.
She makes me smile.
By the way.
Masturbation cures headaches.

2007-06-28T04:35:00.000-07:00

The Blondie cover band was terrific.
I was dancing my god damn heart out, so much fun.
I made a new friend, he walked me home.
Friday, Crystal and Megan came for drinks in the backyard.
Crystal had a cake waiting for her on Allan so we went to get it.
They had playdough and they let me take some with me.
When we got to Gus' I was trashed and definitely in no shape to be at this show.
We walked in and everyone was sitting on the ground.
TRRRRRRRRUUUUUUDY POOOOOOOOOT.
I got the amazing phone call at 12 Saturday morning.
I basically ran to the One World and behold, my lovely Ashley.
Smelly, dirty, tired, but my beautiful Ashley.
We had some food at the One World and then hit the LC.
All day drinking soon followed, we got so drunk a nap was in order.
We never could of made it to the party without this nap.
Alex's birthday party was the same day, we hit that.
Then it was off to see Spincycle at A52.
I got to get up and sing that song I love so much, I danced a bunch.
I was having make out city all over the joint.
Eventually I took off, went to Al's, managed to fall off the sidewalk and fuck my leg up.
Blood dripping down the shit, I was confused, so I find what's his face.
He tries to break a bottle over his head, we fight and instead he knocks a bottle out the window.
It straight up almost hit someone outside.
Then the owner shows up and tells us to get out.
The idiot tries to fight with him, finally I manage to drag him home.
I know half of this shit is to get a rise out of me, but damn yo.
We were having times, people showed up, I dropped a glass of beer in my purse, went home unsatisfied.
Food Not Bombs the next day was wicked.
Ashley tried to busk down at the Water Front, it didn't work out so awesome.
I got to watch like 8 break dancers giving her nuts, it was great, I've never seen that shit in real life.
We went to HQ to drink on the roof before hitting the Dome.
All we did there was get even more shit faced and danced like crazy ladies.
All these Dome sluts kept coming up to us and saying 'We really like you guys' style, can we dance with you'?
Ofcourse we said yes, but within a minute of us being idiots, they'd leave.
Monday I did nothing, we went to the Food Bank for those guys.
They went to check out the Arc, which is an amazing place.
This day is the day I got the phone call about my grandma.
I wish I was in the States right now.
Reflections was a time, I lost my voice but decided to sing anyways.
Every forth word I tried to sing would come out, the rest were inaudible.
Tuesday was a shit show.
HQ, drinks, music, Charlie's, shots of Tequila, fighting, times, total and utter embarrassment, satisfaction.
I lost Ashley at some point during all that.
She ended up at some random house party after doing too many shots of Tequila.
'I know what they're doing'.
I know you know dude, my life isn't very secretive.
ALMOST DONE.
Wednesday I biked to the lake with Sean, it is decided I need a bike!
The lake was so refreshing, biking is also extremely refreshing, the wind in your face.
Ashley stayed home, she wasn't feeling terrific after those Tequila shots.
I made a mess of potatoes upon arrival, had an awesome cold shower.
Cooking in the summer is kind of unpleasant, but for some reason I do so much more of it.
After work I had a beer at Charlie's with a Crystal, just to catch up.
I hadn't seen her since Friday, so that was wicked.
There we have it.
Thursday is today, what a sweet day.

2007-06-25T23:32:00.000-07:00

My grand-ma died tonight.
She was an amazing lady, I have so many memories of her.
I'll never forget the way she walked.
The way she smiled.
The way she laughed.
I sang Amazing Grace at Reflections in her honor tonight.
I lost my voice yesterday, but that didn't matter.
I wish I could go to states, and be with my family.
I miss them, I miss her.
It makes me sad to think the last time I saw her, was when my grand-pa died.
My two favorite old people in the world, gone.
It makes all the other drama in my life seem pointless.
Al though, I wish we could of hugged longer tonight.
It felt good.
Someone's arms around you is amazing, and it helps.
Eyebrows just don't seem like that big of a deal.

2007-06-24T00:02:00.001-07:00

I'll elaborate tomorrow, but for now.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
RRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHH
You fucking idiot.

2007-06-21T05:02:00.000-07:00

I say incredibly stupid things.
Boy.
I got all fucked up on Monday.
Started saying stuff.
I was definitely lying to myself when I agreed to this.
Now to just be able to say it out loud.
I wrote it all down, but I'll never deliver.
Although I still had an awesome night.
I ended up hanging out with these two dudes until 6 in the morning.
We were in my backyard and all of a sudden the sun is up.
Tuesday was shot night.
COOOOOONQUEST.
I woke up with a damn mustache.
Dan drew a mustache on my face with an eyeliner after I passed out at like 8.
I was soooooo pissed.
But then, not pissed.
Up until he peed on my hand.
Which I deserved.
Sort of, it's complicated.
Shot night was alright, I was super duper hammered.
I don't even remember half the conversations I had.
The sign of a good night.
Wednesday, I got Crystal to come get drunk in the Commons at noon.
We did some suntanning and some people watching.
After work I went to Dan's to pick up my beer.
Saw Crystal in the street, had some Murder house beers.
Yup.
It's Crystal's birthday today!

2007-06-18T09:06:00.000-07:00

Stop Atlantica weekend.
All I can say is wow.
My eyes have been opened.
There are nice protesters, bad protesters, good cops, mostly bad cops.
I've never seen so much unnecessary violence in my life.
Since when is the appropriate response to property damage tazers and pepper spray.
I watch a totally innocent protester being thrown down 10 concrete stairs.
For no reason, the same cop is on tape beating protesters with excessive force.
I hope he gets caught, but I sincerely don't think he will.
Some of the tactics used by the Black Bloc were harsh.
But the response from the police was definitely worse.
I saw a 17 year old kid being tazered after being handcuffed and who was already on the ground.
I don't know what procedure that follows but I'd like to see the police tactics book.
It was all a mess.
I just stood there, chanting, wondering why it was taking so long for an ambulance to show.
It took 20 minutes for some medical attention to be brought to that kid.
Theres nothing more to say about that.
I went to the protest, and walked peacefully.
I went to a protest organized afterwards, where we all just chanted outside the WTCC, peacefully.
Thats when my friend got thrown down the steps and arrested for nothing.
Afterwards it was jail solidarity and then reclaim the streets party.
People played duck duck goose, red rover, played music.
It was a good time, lots of fun to be had.
I went back to jail solidarity afterwards later in the night.
The next day I walked Josue to the bus station and he went back to Moncton.
I went to my new hire's backyard BBQ.
The secret is out, tsk.
Oh well, no harm done I suppose.
It was Kathleen's birthday party, which was alright.
Dan jumped out of a window and was threatening to fight the police.
But instead got violent with a bush on the way home.
Sometimes, you just have to shake your head and laugh.
We watched HELP in the morning, I've owned those Beatles' movies forever and hadn't even watched them.
It was a pretty awesome movie, John sleeps on a water bed in a hole in the ground.
I went to Mexican brunch with Jen and Mike where we met up with Leah, Frank, Nicole, Ala, Alex and Julia.
It was a party at the One World.
We went over to Dartmouth, I got me some sweet 70's looking dresses.
San Francisco attire for sure.
Soccer in the Commons afterwards.
I seemed to have royally fucked up my food at the protest so I sat this game out.
Hung out in the grass, had a few drinks.
There was this boy there who had a kite 600 feet in the air.
He let me fly it for a long time.
We smoked some pot, and had awesome conversation.
Kite boy, is amazing.
Too bad I'll probably never see the kid again.
I'll keep my eyes pealed for super high up kites though.
After that, girl party.
They put my hair in rags, and now I have Shirley Temple style curls.
I look insane.
I fell asleep for most of girl party though.
I just couldn't keep my eyes open, it's been an exhausting week.
Ala, Leah and I woke up early to go to court.
Support our friends who got arrested at the protest.
Although by the time I had to leave they hadn't even started on our friends.
I hope things go alright and they let them go without too much bail.
Screw the justice system.

2007-06-14T05:02:00.001-07:00

Josue is totally in town until Sunday.
This is awesome for 2 reasons.
Josue is the fucking funniest when drunk.
Josue's birthday is on Friday.
This is going to be wicked.
He has plans of getting arrested at these protests.
Hopefully that doesn't work out.
I ain't posting no bail.
Plus, going to jail on your birthday is stupid.
All day drinking since I have a 3 day weekend.
Justin tore up the back counter at work.
It's way better now, a lot more organized.
Theres room to move, and a second display window.
The sound on my computer is totally fucked.
I need to get a computer dork over here.
I am at a complete lost.
I need this shit to work, music before bed, always.
Yeah, well.
I went to breakfast with Stephen that was awesome.
I had a meatlovers skillet.
So tasty.
Then I went to pick up Josue at the bus stop.
Who messaged me the night before at 10pm.
No planning, what so ever.
I'm glad it all worked out though.
We walked around the city, I introduced him to all the hang outs.
Murder house, HQ, Crystal's, the One World.
He hung out with Meg and Chandy while I went to work.
We had some Faxe and then headed home.
This shit just got real boring.
Hopefully I'll fuck shit up in the next few days.
It's bound to happen.