Today is my last day in Toronto for the summer. I will be arriving in Kelowna at 9-ish tomorrow morning. I thought that there wasn't enough time to finish all of the things I wanted to finish. That was an example of me getting unnecessarily pessimistic. I finished them all.
I'm working on something I want to share with all of you. Until then.
This very morning I received an email of some significance. It was revealed to me that I shall be the Don of the most glorious 8th floor (in Pond Road, if this is all news to you
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I've pretty much forsaken this livejournal life. Not for lack of love or reverence, but deference to strife in more immediate eyes, and lies, and lying and tears. I have less to say here now than I do to act each day
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Well... Im-a going-a to try to keep-a two things to a minimum: 1) writing with an awfully stereoptyped italian accent 2) being overtly emo about the events of this week
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Well ladies and gents. I am le tired. I got just a wee bit too drunk last night. In a good way, the same way that missing a bus and being forced to walk in the rain can happen in a good way. I feel just that much more alive today. But tired
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He said write from a place of confusion and in a subtle way I'm here. It's a bar. More of a lounge really. The ugly neon sign tells me the place is called Dante's. I see a couple of greasy drunks slouched in the corner making eyes at each other's drinks like they would taste better if they were anybody's but their own. They're probably right,
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