so last nite was fucktacular good and bad. the show was great and moving. everything else was drunk city, population: retarded. i was in the middle of being extremely pissed off at fil and this dude comes up with a bunch of homemade buttons of fil’s and my face so i couldn’t be all oh wow aww how, sweet. i was more like EXPLOSION. still they are really nice. today is the oakvegas show and ten million people are going and i am on my period.

more

ten million photos to come.

the rest of the month shall be booze-free fat food free everything free.

eBeth is like the president of the reform party for all things hipster nerd funtime i think, even though she is part retarded but that’s what you should admire about her because she doesn’t let things like a mental handicap or a severe speech impediment get in the way of revolutionizing the party scene everywhere she goes, specifically in toronto. i think her boyfriend is like danish or swiss or something cos his hair is all like, fluffy and he smiles, i dunno, strange.

anyway because of these things they throw a weekly wednesday party at El Amigo which is in a strip mall @ 1205 Queen Street West at Dufferin.

see look at mike, nice underwear dude.

so i finally get to drop a deuce in my own toilet how nice it will be and what a luxury to be able to put toilet paper in the john, amazing. and now i can finally pluck that one black hair that grows out of my chin, i think it is a centimetre long by now! my bush hair is insanely full too if you have any design suggestions please do give them up. last nite i dreamt marilyn manson had one arm and he was seducing me.

the guys in the picture behind me were part of this band/music thing called EGG and when they told me that i went silent cos i was trying to make a pun out of it and all i got was SO DO YOU COME FROM A FARM and the one guy says WELL ACTUALLY YES.

very important news.

this little douchebag recaps waterloo events which is good cos i am remembering less and less and less now that i am old and crotchety.

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.