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If you want to witness my first attempt at singing in public, come to Queer Cab tonight at Buddies. It's an original composition! And magwidgeon is backing me up! Also, ukulele! Probable humiliation! Ryan G. Hinds!

My apartment has been overrun by a Jewish wedding.

I woke up late this morning, later than I intended, after a night of nightmares about New York. These have been happening with increasing frequency since Steph and I planned our trip to the big apple which is still two weeks away. In the dreams New York always turns out to be a terrible or confusing place, although I find myself wanting to move ( Read more... )

Yesterday Susan Coyne was in front of me in line at the grocery store.

I want to get a dog.

I seem to have successfully de-moused the house, which is great because I was getting tired of coming home every day to find things scurrying off out of sight - it was reminding me of when Sabrina lived here ( Read more... )

Speaking of Julia Nunes (and maeve_strathy and bri_lawson were), look what came in today's mail!


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I have arrived!

No matter how many times I come here, I can still never find my way out of the Port Authority Bust Terminal.

My bus ticket is bought and my hostel reservations are confirmed. I've found a place to go swing dancing, and I want to go to this, and I'm counting on a wild night on the town with Brian. A couple of paycheques came in as early as I was hoping they would, so I'm set financially. I bought a new backpack for the trip today; I'm planning on packing ( Read more... )