i’m sorry i slept all day long today. i should know better. i want you to know i didn’t mean to sleep as long as i did. i went to the bovine sex club last nite after work and then i went to marche and ate a waffle and then i went home and watched cast away and i cried inside during all the sad parts although i already saw this movie before. i’m kinda bad at watching movies with people, whether i’ve seen the movie before or not, i think out loud and ask questions and go, “OHHHH!!!!!!” when i have figured out what is going to happen. people get angry at me and then i get angry at them for getting angry at me and i’m all, “WHAT THE FUCK SIT OVER THERE THEN!” and then they think it is kinda funny but really we are both very very annoyed at one another. urrrg.

Speaking of Marche, (which is in the BCE Building) I fucking dig this place. I go at least 20 times a year. it’s perfect for my impulsive-needing-immediate-gratification-stupid-ass. you go in the market-thing and pick and choose what you want, serve yourself, sit down, eat and then leave. it’s like a cafeteria for those with more disposable income. the servers are all faux-fancy, total fresh-off-the-boat hirees. one dude helped me put ice chips in my glass of free fountain water and he looked at me all cock-eyed, expecting a tip or something. a gratuity charge of 12 per cent is automatically tacked onto your bill, where that goes, i have no idea. i doubt the company cares for their employees and is all, “there you go Billy, here’s yer extra money.” suuuure. the cool thing ’bout the place is you get this piece of paper and they stamp it everytime you get something like ice cream or a steak or a beer and then at the end you give this special piece of paper to the cashier and they tally up everything you ate. now, the thing in accepting this piece of paper is you are agreeing to the terms and all penalties in the event of you misplacing this piece of paper. what happens if you misplace it? they fine you 100 dollars bail or two days of dishwashing,straight-up. why? because MOVENPICK are deutsch assholes who run under the assumption that people want to steal hundreds of dollars worth of their mediocre cuisine. this marche i believe is the only one that is market-style and i think when they first opened up people were stealing food and walking right out the door without paying, so the special piece of paper method is what they thought up to avoid all that nastyness.

and there you have it. the food is good and i like the atmosphere. it’s at yonge and front. don’t hate me if it sucks for you. suckbag.

tomorrow raymi is gathering a posse and posse and raymi are going to the gladstone hotel for dirtbag karaoke. i hope we actually show up this time. i dunno, after 10pm? Queen st. W and the corner of Gladstone, before Dufferin. if it blows ass you can find me under a table at the cadillac lounge, up the street.

my roommate just called to tell me that my clothing rack collapsed and now my clothes are all over the floor in my room and i am having an anxiety attack over here envisioning it. arrrggghh!