Walking home from osgoode station, my mp3 player's shuffle hit a home run. Found a perfect song to fit the mood. My internal state (tired, slightly tweaked on a strange cocktail of substances), the environment, half-deserted, half-cold, queen west. Aphex Twin track I had never heard before. Very good on ya, shuffle ( Read more... )

I've not posted here in decades ( Read more... )

It's official. House is sold to someone who wants tenants in here. Thus, i don't have to move. The end.

I think I did more today than I did in all of July.

I'm tired.

I need someone to help me with a timelapse assignment ( Read more... )

I guess I'm moving ( Read more... )

Ok.

So, I'm moving. I'll either be living at 19 Aitken Place sometime in October or 150 Beverley St. in November.

One final go fuck yourself to the owner.

Go fuck yourself.

That is all.

What the thousand fucks? Fucking Pat is fucking selling these fucking houses.

I may still be able to live here. But what about if i can't live here? WHAT ABOUT THAT, FUCK?

Goddamnit. Why not? Couldn't have done this over the summer, hm?
FUCK

what it is.

i was under the impression that perhaps my peeps would back me up on my way home.

i lost my tie.

godsepeed, you other inebriated emperors.

my words are everywhere but where i want them. i am sleeping in until monday at 10 pm.

Alright the track 'Hi' by Psapp fucking rules.

Mmmm. Random downloading wins.