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.
