last night, dreamed in movie tones ( Read more... )

we're sitting around at work, hyde, primo joe and i, leaderless, bored to the point of absurdity (hyde getting into a diatribe in broken french about why he hates the english: 'je deteste les anglais, parce-que le General James Wolfe et le plains d'abraham. et... le anglais et le francais.. a... contre! dans le plains, et maintenaint, nous sommes ( Read more... )

in toronto you get involved in a certain scene and what with the miracle of facebook and all you start finding out everyone knows everyone else and you're never more than a couple steps away from people best left in the past. let me get LOST in a city. it's why i came to one. let it build itself up around me, and i'll get stuck in the bowels ( Read more... )

i could not believe my good luck. and i was right to disbelieve; some things are gifted, but even gifts have a price. the universe bestows nothing freely. 'you have to pay for your existence.' - my uncle brad. well said, and said like he knew it. each choice has a consequence; seems to me a morally aware person examines the consequences before they ( Read more... )

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well, my vacation is over. i wanted to use it to 'get my life together' but i don't think that worked out too well. undoubtedly, i now have a bedroom. that's something. as well, daft punk was the best concert experience of my life. and i've been to some doozies. a 3 million dollar investment in your light show goes a long way. nothing but ( Read more... )

met up with brooke for a couple beers at korean bar 'bal guh rum', above il bun ji 'japanese' restaurant on bloor, near christie. since i've been in this area awhile bal guh rum feels like a neighbourhood bar, but as the only white dude in there every time i go i continue to stick out like a straight priest at a catholic convention ( Read more... )

'if you want to meet high quality females you're going to have to pay premium prices for domestic beers.' - me.

i tell a story. joe retorts:
'you want to hear something really nasty?'
(joe always has a follow up story which is inevitably "really" whatever yours was ( Read more... )

rough week for sleeping. it's five thirty in the morning now and there's no end to consciousness in sight. i almost wish i could just start bawling my eyes out or something, because it's seriously a rough road. on monday night i didn't get to sleep til 7 AM. i could easily see the same happening today. or worse. who knows? no sleep at all? why not ( Read more... )