so i’m at my new pad and i’m unpacking all my stuff and i have the window open cuz it’s hot and then my roomate’s cat decided to jump out the window and hang out in the front yard. this is an indoor cat so the possibility of it getting freaked-out and darting the fuck away is pretty high so i try luring it back into the apartment for a good 45 minutes until f i n a l l y it prances up the stairs and in the front door. i locked little fuckface in the basement for a good hour after that.
i am never flying to the states again. customs is such a bitch. they made me feel like such a criminal. dumped all my things on the floor and looked thru’ every-fucking-thing i own. look at me. do i look like a drug smuggler. aaaak. oh yeh. SUM 41 was on my flight. wuh-ooo.
i deeply regret not grabbing a bottle of stoli last nite. and all because i would have to pick up some olives as well. already got the vermouth. it’s been a ’bout of crappy weather several days in a row, now. perfect getting-soused weather. although i’ve been playing it pretty straight the last little while. I’ve stopped takin’ percs practically cold turkey and i’m becoming less and less monsterish. movin’ into my new pad early next week. finally getting a laptop tomorrow. quit old job, waiting on word from the new one. sitting around watching american gladiators re-runs losing appeal quite fast.
today the weather is shite. went to the drivin’ range. managed to argue with three different people about nothing of importance. ate a bagel with cream cheese. put on sweater and dingy dungarees. unshowered. mascara and make-up from last nite smeared under eyes (raccoon style). and now i will watch oprah winfrey. this is a not-caring day. at least i brushed my teeth.
ok remember i said some stuff about a regular nite gig in Toronto? Well we have an official date now. mark it on yer fucking calendar.
JULY 11, 2002. WET HUSSY NITES in the city – MINX by Raymi – Get wet with Raymi…. or something @ the B-SIDE.
go go dancers hiphopsoulbeatsdj visuals raymi wetness…full details soon
words we don’t really say anymore but should:
teef (meaning to steal – thief sans the ‘th’ sound).
NOT (as in, “i like you. NOT!”)
babe (as in, “what a babe!”)
