rainy days = hermit tabs
January 31, 2008
January 30, 2008
moving house when you’re a stoner.
Within 2 hours i will be moving all my shit into strathcona. Where coincidentally 4 houses down is ms.derksens abode! Packing up everything makes me think of that Aimee Mann Song “She Really Wants You”
” And moving house when you’re a stoner
Everything you come across
Makes you feel like such a loser”
Today i went for a surprisingly long walk with derksen, and got a chance to check out her new album cover art.
as a lil preview: IT’S FUCKING AWESOME.
I’ll throw up a link to buy E.S.L’s album when it drops.
January 29, 2008
see you later
the art of one acts:
le-tigre deceptacon
feist A-REEL of 1234
thanks spike
release the baloon
Today, i feel i’ve reached zen state with my procrastination. Thom Yorke isn”t helping me to feel any more productive. Maybe i should switch to….the Jam.
This is a picture i took in Kingston ONT. This guy was playing immpeccable afrobeat and tropicalia. I remember i danced all night, and really wanted his shirt.
Fluorescent flat caffeine lights
hywel told me i had a sex dream last night because i was making little moaning noises. I think that’s hilarious because i was totally looking at porn all night *innocent look* I finally figured out who Jeff Styker is/was and I now see how porn can be sooooo addictive. Me and ##### were exchanging links on youporn.com for quite awhile , unti I started to feel all greasy.
So i stopped and I started to google porn addiction, and found this : hotel tokio
I have no idea where they came from and I don’t know why they are here. But apparently kids love the worst shit nowadays so….that’s how it is..
It really comes down to the fact that last night i realized REM hasn’t had one boring music video. daysleeper is perhaps my favorite of all time. tokyo gentle gentrification.
“It looks like a bombed out landscape, but it isn’t; it is an intentional one,” photographer Edward Burtynsky says.
The bull and the bear are marking
Their territories
They’re leading the blind with
Their international glories
On a fucking less lame topic: This is about the time i should get a job.
porn and REM music videos. It’s come to this.
everything is fine.
this article sounds like a horrible peice of joke journalistic reporting. like something you’d read on the onion, except it’s totally not funny…and they are dead serious. I wonder how many people have read that with the same interest they give the summary page. I almost skivved over this nugget, if it wasn’t for the sub-header that read “free seratonin!”
In a nutshell: Feline rage mirrors human anger…natural instinct …when threatened…BUT! there is a solution. DRUGSSSSSS n more drugssss.
rub out millions of years of “natural instinct” with horse pills that leave you lobotomized and give you non-stop pasties.
peep:
“Because scientists are gaining a better understanding of the mammalian brain’s recipe for rage, violent behavior in humans and other mammals may one day be quelled with improved drug therapies.For cats, such a drug could prevent the hissing, back arching, ear retraction, claw extensions and fur standing-on-end that are typical indicators of feline defensive rage. In humans, related anger reveals itself with road rage, an impulsive form of anger that involves little or no thought.”
sounds solid.
all for that at the workplace.
January 28, 2008
January 25, 2008
January 21, 2008
i dislike edmonton strongly
but i am leaving this windy cold shithole within hours. It’s -23 here right now, and my camera is still broken.
I got way too drunk on Friday night and now am officially on a gong. No booze. …until i see reid.
ha ha…*le sigh*
There is something about Edmonton that just makes you want to. drink. your. self. stupid.
I think it has something to do with the fact that if you are even an tinch sober within the city limits you feel like a huge overwhelming boob. The surroundings of rig pigs and soccer moms don’t help at all. I totally got a mini anxiety attack when i heard the unmistakable ‘CLICK’ of my buckle on flight 1103 to YEG. I started to look at the passagers and got that deep sense of “oh shit” you only get seconds before a crash, a big angry break-up, or in this case, minutes before you taxi the runway on your way to HELLLLLLLL.
I’m not even being dramatic. I love my friends in Edmonton, but thankfully most of them were/are smart enough to get the fuck out.
On another ranty note: I recently recieved the VICE. GIRLS ISSUE. JAPAN edition from my jap-sister and bro-in-law. I haven’t really been reading magazines as of late, but i have to pose the question to all the know-it-alls:
when did tit shots become the new teethy smile?
I’m not complaining.
At all.
I like seeing tits all the time. I just want to know when this happened.
January 17, 2008
I am back in hell
my camera broke the day before i left Jamaica, and i can’t even upload pics on it.
This is a huge really big deal, and a huge realy big *tear*
I am back in vancouver on January 21st, and will be looking for apartments upon arriving. Holy shit, i have to go back to the grinddddd of daily living.
not coooooool.
cool.
January 13, 2008
have you ever…
needed to figure where i to smoke a joint before the sun goes down?
this is my life right now. back to age 14, where i would have to sneak behind the house with a bottle of cologne and a full packet of gum, just to get a smoke on. the only difference is clair isn’t here.
its fun though, i like sneaking around, and pretending like everthing in fact does matter. I’m pretty sure i was caught smoking weed today, my grandma would just tell me off, but not freak out as bad as o believe she could. The thing is, i just don’t want to take the chance. Simple Life. Simple Life.
I did a complete rehaul of the backyard and just entered into a mood of: poooped. Right now I sit here listening to Georgia singing gospel songs from the kitchen.
Sometimes the lyrics seem sexual, makes it kind’ve funny to listen to.
Draw me inside/ I allow you to/DOwhatever you do/ do it in me/ Bring me near/Draw me to your side/ With no shame/ I will soar with you/ You lead me on/ From the power of your love/
I can’t believe i posted granny pantie shots, but fuck it, all the better. SLLLUTTTTYYYYTITS
the sooner i stop acting like my addiction to fruit of the Loom and other “full bottom” knickers is a sacred secret, the sooner i can get into wearing them all the time with no shame.
I have embraced underwear that reaches my belly button for the past month, and i am not ashamed to say it. They were $8.99 at Zellers in Kingston the day before i left for the carribean, and it’s been the best $9 i’ve spent in a long long long time. thongs do f all for me.
