i left a love message on the toilet wall for the victory cafe geeks (brendan don’t rat me out like you did re: my jakalope post!)

i need a tan

last nite we went for an annex stroll to get a movie and go for a couple drinks at the victory, we chose a modest table in the back beside this woman who talked A LOT to her date at first i was psyched about sitting there, i fucking love eaves-dropping but after 5 minutes i could no longer hang so we moved to the bar which was cool until i realised you could hear the beating drums from the poetry sesh upstairs a hell of a lot easier YES!

i don’t get how the victory specifically hosts arty farty poetry shows, like if you are the tiniest percentage of cool then your band canNOT play there, it’s weird cos the downstairs clientele seem to be pretty decent, hip, pretentiously so, my favourite kind but then you climb the stairs to take a whiz and it’s a full-on nerd orgy attack to the senses and everyone gives you cut-eye cos you walked in during an especially MOVING and thought-provoking part of tabitha’s poem about what it is like to be a black lesbian albino orphan in edmonton or a dream she had about it, once.

the annex may as well get it over with and change its name to NEW ENGLAND.