"the evil that men do lives on and on" (Iron Maiden). I have a piece of fiberglass in my hand. I refuse to grow up.

I was having a good day. I got a bunch of errands done. I went for a good run. I had dinner with some friends, and had them over at my apartment. I was going to call some more friends and went to grab my phone book which was in my backpack. Couldn't find my backpack. I found that frustrating because I usually always know where all my stuff is. I ( Read more... )

Back in Kingston. It's like like summer outside. What I wouldn't give to go outside, take of my shirt (and possibly pants) and soak up the UVs. The internet says that the sun will help my depression. However, the "New Man" image that is promoted by such esteemed cultural forces as GQ and Maxim Magazine has made me utterly ashamed of my sasquatch- ( Read more... )

Yesterday at 4:00 pm I completed the last essay I will ever have to write for a university course. The feeling was unbelievable. It was like being mentally constipated for weeks, downing a quart of exlax, and exploding into a state of shit nirvana or zero degree. Someone else can clean up the mess. For those of you still writing, the mega-shit is ( Read more... )

So I decided to try and do something nice for myself and work outside. Things were going well. I got a few pages read, listened to Lake Ontario lapping at the rocks, got some much needed sunshine, saw two ducks swimming ever so cutely, and seriously considered switching back to a vegetarian diet. I was beginning to get distracted by the splendour ( Read more... )

I believe I am reaching the brink of mental and emotional collapse. To try and ward off disaster I have been renting movies. In the last week I have rented The Importance of Being Ernest, Evil Breed: The Legend of Samhain (starring Richard Greico and Jenna Jameson), Dawn of the Dead, Land of the Dead, The Young Bruce Lee (starring Bruce Le [yes ( Read more... )

I had a bunch of peeps over at my place for beer and tunes on the weekend. There's something about having company that makes one's home less like a pit of despair. Here's to cheer. Yet again I showcased my new-found powers of restraint when I began an Old English well into the night and, despite intense peer pressure to continue (Thanks Breeners), ( Read more... )

The sun's out. It's warm. Hopefully this will be enough to get me through the rest of the term without quitting. But still, it's a Saturday; the sun's out; it's warm. The library is not the place where I want to be. I can see the lake from the window. It's a Saturday for Fuck's sake!

The great thing about being sick is that there is always the hope that you will infect someone else.

First there was life, then there was death, Reggaedeath . . . Reggaedeath.