Today, april 16, is one of those drink-by-yourself days. i'm not particularly sad (although I have MORE than enough reason to be) but it just sounds like a good idea. just me, my computer and some gin and tonics. It's good- I already KNOW we get along. my computer doesn't fuck other girls and lie about it...the gin and tonics don't leave without saying goodbye...

You get the general idea.

Here are some nice sites you can go to if you are bored.

www.circlesquare.net they are an excellent band from vancouver.

www.bullseyeart.com my favorite flash intensive website. pay special attention to the Porkchops cartoons.

Bungalow Records' links page.

Okay, with that said. damn, I wish this could be more of a tell-all diary but the shit is too risky. and eliminating names just makes things silly. perhaps I'll give it a go later.

I've actually been watching TV recently. There are 2 commercials in particular, that bug me

1. Okay, what's with that Smirnoff ad where the bottle changes half the screen to fucked-up shit? It's like, "oooh! it's the vodka that makes you CRAZAY!!!"

2. That Molson Canadian ad where that Canuck disses the States for the better half of a minute. "I say ABOUT not ABOOT, I speak ENGLISH and FRENCH, not AMERICAN, I live in the best country in North America, my name is Joe and I. AM. CANADIAN!!!!" well whoop-dee-fuckin-doo. Eat some poutine and shit out a native, you faag.

SO last saturday I got kind of fired from my job at the El Mocambo but it was all good in the hood because I had an amazing saturday night anyway. Greg and I took a few Ativans and went to go see the Carnations play at the Rivoli. Tom D'Arcy looked like a regular rock star! i think we BOTH wanted to bone him. ha. anyway, we chat after the show and inform Tom that we will be going to his house. On the way there I am struck with the sudden urge to urinate. I hop over this fence to a park and Greg suggests "...look you can go over by that bench and-" but by that time I was half done. SUDDEN URGE!!

So we arrive at Tom's and there are a bunch of goons drinking in the basement and a fridge full of beer. I know no one. I do some shots with this guy and am quite drunk. I fall asleep in a familiar bed. I wake up to Dale shaking me and saying "Are you going to sleep with your coat on? Are you going to sleep with your coat on?!" I wake up and shout "DALE!" and maybe I hugged him...

Dale, greg and I keep causing trouble and finally get kicked out but not before Greg steals (and microwaves) two pizza pockets from the freezer. I heard they were good. I go to hang out at Dale's house and Greg goes to SCAR-BRO...

Here is my new line that I want to use on some kid that dissed me:

(the first part is said all forlorn and distraught-like..) "You know...when you really like someone, and then they sorta dis you, so you go out...and you sleep with someone else, because you think it'll make you feel better?...

IT TOTALLY DOES DUDE!!!!

well, *I* thought it was clever. I do not expect good to come from humans. they all embarrass me. this attitude has brought me so far in life. that way, when I find out new and increasingly more horrible things about people I know/like/respect, etc...I can only laugh and add the information to my travesty master list, and perhaps mutter an internal 'i told you so'

..further prove my suspicions and all that rot. i have been taking comfort in songs, fictional characters, my imagination, the prospect of money, alcohol, sleep and the occasional person in a similar state.

my horoscope was so right.