last nite this fat scraggily-haired woman plunked herself down in front of the megatouch machine for hours and hours so i sat at the other end of the bar and tried to make her feel middle class by scowling at her the entire time but she didn’t even notice so i drew moustaches and penises and cum stains on every person in the toronto sun and got sloshed on red wine.

and i was forced to make conversation with fil and martin but eventually i got over myself and babbled on and on but mostly made fun of fil and i pronounced ferrari like far-harrhi no matter how many times i said it i fucked it up.

tonite is band practise. people get annoyed when i call it that and then they say “one time, in band practise….” and i feel like punching them in the face, ha ha that’s funny and original and no one has ever fucking said that before. dink. i guess it should be called jam? or rehearsal? whatever.

i read some of my blog in my friend’s blackberry last nite and i found that without the photos and my text all scrunched together-like, man i am pretty retarded-sounding.