i have no clue how to make a bracket sign on this fucking french keyboard and uploading a foto via blogger is ten hours of gayness so no picture\s fuck. i’m in montreal. my brother called me today and said some guy called his house asking for me at 3 30 am and said he wanted a blowjob from me. how nice. my brother asked his last name and address and said he was going to kill him. so hey tyler if that is your real name, THAT ship has sailed buddy. i just spent 40 minutes crying and watching the family stone. i have definitely put on weight on this tour and i am mega depressed about it. amongst other things. i guess i should scare up a pen and some paper to write with but all i can think of is, nothing. and everything. i am pre-menstrual and my chin has broken out, all of my clothes are dirty i am in a constant state of fatigue and i can’t stop drinking nor do i want to until this gig is over.

in other news matt’s shows are pretty amazing.

i also am now a fan of carnivale and regret not taking advantage of VOD though i have fallen asleep five minutes before the end of each episode pretty much so i don’t know what the fuck is going on during the next one.

go to fil’s blog for fotos of last nite. i would link but yeh, apparently french people don’t require greater than/less than brackets.

we went to a strip bar last nite called the dollhouse in waterloo, to say it is was the epitome of class would be a total lie.

tony was in town and so was ciavarro and pitt and that skinny mike kid who thinks he has balls enough to be snippy at me – lucky for him i was wastelor the entire time and found everything to be quite amusing.

bye.