last nite was a success cos i drank and didn’t barf and i finally feel better.

some cocksmokers bailed last nite w/o even texting you know who you are blizzard or not, no excuses, i am unimpressed.

it’s ok cos we got fucked and it was really fun going out for smokes in gail force snow winds. gill let us have her house even though she was working, she came back around 2 and partied-down. brad and ryan came by around 1 and ryan poured out all of the half-drunk cups of booze cos gill’s manic cleaning made him feel like he had to pitch in and uh, ruin the rest of the party?

pre-wine stained napkins!

he felt really bad about it like anxiety attack level bad, maybe relax?

alicia/jogee were a great time and alicia told the best story about her old landlord that i cannot share unfortunately cos it’s still a sore spot, ie. traumatizing.

confiscated glasses of superjudge. mineskies now. the lenses are different colours.

they dial-a-bottled from the go train haha.

if pitt can battle the roads in his car from etobicoke what does that say about the rest of you selfish dicks?