Nearly done. my relationship with theatre has turned for the worse. Where once it was a kind lover, it is now a whore, and not the goood kind of whore either. I'm talking about the whore that gives you syphallis and refusing to make change if you've only got a $20 ( Read more... )

Today I went to a taxidermist, got a router, learned how to install blinking lights on a pair of underpants and dicovered the sheer orgasmic bliss of Mrs. Vortmans Cookies.

I'll post more in detail tommorow, but for now I'm going to bed

This weekend found me doing a number of things. From working, to partying, to working on an essay on a subject I have ZERO interest in, to discovering something rather upsetting. it's been quite the three days tp say the least ( Read more... )

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My mother, God Bless her soul, often gets these maternal nesting moods and believes that the three of us (the other player here being my dad, who probably doesn't even know what the fuck the inside of a nest looks like) should spend quality time together before It's time for me to leave said nest, which will be soon before my wings are broken and I ( Read more... )

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So there have been about three entries I have read on various friends' livejournal's about a movie called Pirates. It combines the two greatest things that start with the letter P: Pirates and Porn ( Read more... )

First off, thanks Kristina for the wicked awesome birthday party. Movie was good and the food was an experience to say the least.

I got a new toy yesterday. It's a 14" iBook. I just configured it to the Ryerson wireless network, so it should start working as of tomorrow. Look out uni, I'm gonna rape your Bandwidth!

You know what pisses me off? I mean besides Scientologists, chicks who use the word "like" excessively, and Colin Powell? I'll tell you what pisses me off! Ushering the night before, getting home at 1, setting your alarm for 7 to make sure you get there on time for your lecture at 9, only to find out the fucking professor isn't there ( Read more... )

So I'm out in the countryside of Quebec known as Cul-De-Sac, chilling with my great aunts and uncles who keep on telling me how tall I am and what a handsome young man I've turned into (which, as we all know, are pre-requisite statements that must be made by any relative you have not seen within a 2 year period). So now I'm chilling up in the ( Read more... )