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this is gnoll. he’s my biographer. he’s snarky and shit and older than dust and we use to date and but not really and now i can skateboard better than him i think but everyday he walks to work, even when it’s flying snow and slush kuz he was bred to be a bitter cold walk thru it anyway type guy. im going to help him get laid off from his work. that’s his dream. to be like me and not ever have to leave a house ever again. everyday i turn more and more into david letterman. people phobia. anyway, noel and that other guy nathan i think, he cuts hair, him and noel are going to need to talk to me more and film me being retarded again. eccentric. blargh. ill let you niggers know when the sex TV thing airs, it’s in june ‘stead of may. you haven’t missed it yet. have a nice day. me? i’m going to this orientation thing today they want to see if my liver is full of olives and stoli and vomit and urine, hehehh. this is so funny. and fun. my mum is driving me nuts. my mum is driving anti nuts. slkhf sd;fhds;kfhudsn;gkdhg;ldshg and we love her. i need breaks from everyone, everything, anything. i talk to animals now and they actually respond. it’s spring so theyre all getting un-knocked up by giving birth and shit all over my house and im like ahhhhh that fucking pigeon thing flew at my head kuz i was spying on my mom thru a window near this nest and i saw the thing come at me. the family of birds then decided to move their nest elsewhere. sorry. at least the babies hatched and shit otherwise the mum would eat them or something. she left one dude behind and i felt bad for him for a little while but eventually he flew away on his own like all birds realise they are able to do because they fucking have wings, right? but not til some predator comes along and stuff…. alright bye.




Dear Douglas Coupland


I no longer have a job.


I no longer have a “job-job” one of those real ones with a check every other week, you know what i mean?


Yeh, I no longer have one of those and it’s ok, it’s ok. I’m doing just fine.


Now I’ll have more of a disgusting amount of free time to sit around and make brilliant observations in an amusing light.


Maybe i’ll get welfare! cool!


Nawww. This career-change is suppose to motivate me to work harder and faster and get all the important things done and done right.




I saw my ex-boyfriend last nite. we went to his hotel and he told me about how he and she almost got arrested for prostitution. they were in the wrong part of town. it was a stroke of luck that i had decided to leave them at the bar and not stumble back to their hotel. perhaps things would have been different. meh.


My friend Jamie was suppose to meet you or you were suppose to sign this art book for some project he was working on over the past two weeks in Italy and your stuff is in the book too. he was suppose to walk up to you and tell you that you mean a lot to a girl living in the armpit of Toronto and then he would have given you my card with my url on it and email address and then you would have written to me and maybe be my friend.


things don’t always work out the way you want them to.




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