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My Grandpa's 90th birthday was on Sunday. I went with my dad to Sarnia, Ontario, a shit little town Southwest of Toronto. There's something about Southern Ontario that I hate. That constant white smog of mixed pollution and water vapour. Every night revovlved around two things: the meal and the drinks. Every night was a feast in itself and every ( Read more... )

I suppose that if you wanted to indulge your mind a little bit, you could see life as just one big party. And no, not in the way that people say :"Life is a party", because generally the people who say that have never been to a true party in their lives. No, what I mean is an all out, good time, get drunk, have fun, shoot the shit and mess it up ( Read more... )

well, tomorrow Nico comes home from York, and I'm.....well I'm stoked of course, but another part of me is nervous, not nervous, uneasy. I mean, I hardly talk to the kid nowadays and yet for some reason I feel as though as soon as I see him tomorrow, we'll be right back to where we were, which would suit me just fine. But friendships aren't that ( Read more... )

....to feel the warm thrill of confusion, and that space cadet glow ( Read more... )

Well, one year ago today I started this journal. To be honest, I've forgotten why now. I guess it's a nice way of letting people know your thoughts without having to actually tell them. Where I was one year ago seems like a lifetime of difference. But wait, am I really any different? I still feel the same. Maybe it's the world that's changed. No, ( Read more... )

I suppose I should update, seeing as at least now tyler is reading. but I have nothing to say, nothing to describe to outside ears. nothing makes sense but in my world the lies are clear and the people lack intensity. teenagers that roam empty hallways screaming 'queers!' after dance rehearsal. I've seen this ugliness, I know this hate. And every ( Read more... )

You can say the soul is gone ( Read more... )

I really have no reason to update. Sure, things have happened in my life since my last post, and I guess it's a good thing to keep it all organized, but lately everything seems withdrawn. I've been thinking for a long time now about what to do to get out of this apathy, but taking action has been slow. I suppose I have no reason to worry, ( Read more... )

Today, I found out that one of my personal heroes had shot himself. The late, brilliantly great, Hunter S. Thompson committed suicide on Sunday night at his Colorado ranch. Mr. Facey of all people told me in the theatre today, I hadn't heard a thing about it, which isn't surprising. The man pissed everyone off, especially the conservative press. At ( Read more... )