it’s finally fucking over!

last nite was the indies, didn’t really feel it.

miss canada was there, she was really um, there?

daniel v. of neverending white lights fame, he asked if i would blog about this i said oh yeah well i guess i should take my picture with you, so i raise up my arm myspace styles and he scoffs. whatevs dude i invented that!

on sort of a sidenote, do you know what it’s like being me and meeting famous”er” people, when you’re introduced as blogger big time blogger, they don’t buy it, and i have this insatiable urge to take them down and strangle my blog into them so that they GET IT.

so we left shortly after milling about in the hot lights and sobriety (8 dollar beers, 9 dollar liquor!) to go down to the library bar (this all went down at the royal york ps.) and just when i thought the crap what was upstairs could not be topped, we were assaulted with this jazzy rock bullshit that was far too loud for that tiny cave. i pounded a corona like lightning. thank god for the complimentary ear plugs.

to top it off this little party of dinks sitting below our table, the girl mememe baby of them was snapping her gum, chewing with her mouth open and talking in that made up bullshit baby voice. fil says you are not allowed to call strangers out on that, i dunno, recently i’ve been in way too many gum chewing w/ mouth open situations and it’s only a matter of time ’til you guys get to read a blog post about me getting a black eye from telling someone to shut their fucking mouth when they chew.

brad heard that there was also an AA convention going on in the hotel, oh man, good scheduling royal york, music industry folk from across canada totally hitting the sauce cos they’re on “vacation” and toronto is dumped with insane amounts of snow and they can’t deal, performer drunks and fans + recovering alcoholics, clap clap.

we went down to piper’s cos tiff needed to eat, that place capital B-looooooooows! a glass of house red is 11 bucks, it’s below the main level of the hotel, operated as one of their feature restaurants, scummed down a bit to give the impression of a sports bar, uh, sports bars have sports bar prices fyi. the mystique of the royal york is officially gone for me.

bumped into fil’s stalker.

sigh my successful skinny pants i have finally frictioned a hole into the crotch, i’m going to sew it up later today.

ghetto workout room in our building i won’t bore you with the fight we had over the key to it last nite, ok i will, basically i want the key and fil doesn’t believe that i will actually visit this room, i’m getting angry again typing this like of course i will i’m already on a strict diet (almost down to 130lbs) so why in the hell wouldn’t i use this room? that treadmill pisses me off, it belongs to someone and they keep the key in their apartment yet get to take up space in the “exercise” room and no one gets to use it.

some funny photo shoots could be had in this room with its big jazz mirror.

i haz a question, so i don’t smoke anymore yeah? well some mornings my tongue is covered in black, almost looks like i was drinking red wine the night before (and i wasn’t) is this from quitting smoking, or something else more insane and worrisome? it’s been happening for a few weeks now but not every morning, do you know what this is? i can brush it off with my toothbrush pretty easy, but still, ungh gross.

*update* ok i have enough suggestions as to what it might be thank you.

stay tuned for a long detailed post about how i don’t like going out to concerts anymore, or at least need a break from them.