nothing to kill or die for
it never ceases to amaze me how the simplest of lyrics elude you once put on the spot. that guy was a piano savant but he kept fucking me up, singing the same wrong line over and over. it was like battle singing the correct line over him and then stumbling through it together awkwardly, then he kept trying to lead after i already started off a line, like, do you want to do this or not guy? doesn’t he remind you of that dude from something about mary?
i made a flickr set of leftover vancouver photos and it isn’t even comprised of half the amount still cruising in my documents. ugh.
your garbage/recycling method is a little faulty. only five people can recycle at a time?
a canadian palm tree!
here is a video of me talking to some kid employee at commodore lanes trying to get to the bottom of all the junk toys on the roof in there.
i love him. this is when i learned i can’t zoom in/out during filming cos i lose audio.