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Jun. 7th, 2005 @ 11:34 pm
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some of my new favorite things:
WELFARE MONDAYS. in celebration of my new roomates welfare status we have declared mondays, welfare mondays. the goal of welfare mondays is to spend as little as possible. we start off the evening by riding our bikes, the most fun and least expensive way to travel around the city. then we take a trip down to the royal where we use our connections to sneak into the theater for free movies. afterwards we share milkshakes at frans diner, followed by some more midnight biking and a trip down to the pool at dundas and bathurst for free swimming. plenty of good clean innexpensive fun!!
Phillis. we found an abandoned mannequin torso on the side of the road. she is our muse. we take turns dressing her and sing songs about her long into the night. her face is frightfully disturbing.
beans. our adopted cat. he came from downstaires and now he wont leave us alone. but we don't mind.Current Mood:  hopeful |
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Apr. 17th, 2005 @ 06:14 pm
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Touching the balls of a dead boy
(A useless gesture)Current Mood:  morose |
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Mar. 13th, 2005 @ 09:50 pm
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Pedro
Sweet! You scored 78% |
| So you're one of the coolest guys in the school. I mean you have like Pinatas and stuff and you basically are like Napoleon's best friend. You almost stole his girl which wasn't cool but he helped you get president and now he's your bodyguard. So that's pretty sweet. |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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The Knesken sun shone aggressively and purposefully down on the organic life forms that inhabited the small and just recently existing planet of the seventh and a half dimension. Lucifer, the Carrot-Weevil gazed at the yellow-mauve atmosphere and felt completely puzzled by his existence for the third time since his inexplicable materialization on this planet; which occurred almost five and a quarter days ago. Unbeknownst to him, Lucifer’s existence was the product of a vivid daydream formed in the consciousness of a remarkably indifferent fleshy life form. The planet he now inhabited came about during a lengthy dicussion about the importance of investing wisely. Lucifer was not alone in his confusion; a small group of Yellow Bellied Horn Scuttlers, horned sewer rats with crab-like appendages, were feeling equally befuddled as they went on their newly formed daily routine. They circled constantly, endeavoring to make friends with any creature that stepped within their bounds, and then excreted garish fluids which inflamed the nostrils of any animal unlucky enough to cross their path. The problem on this planet was that, by completely bypassing the long, tricky - some might say necessary - process of evolution, none of its species had the slightest clue what to do with themselves. So after the first day; the day they call: the day of intermittent eye flapping, an entire day comprised of blinking at each other in unreserved disbelief; they began, in an effort to avoid dying out, arbitrarily declaring names for themselves and determining what their diet and individual characteristics should be.
In one instance, the Great Grunting Saber-Possum decided that, despite not having any means of doing so, it would be known for its great flying abilities. And since neither physics nor logic applied on Kneska, it at once began to soar across the spans of the vast, foul smelling desert in search of prey which it decided would be the Lumber-Wolf, a highly academic, axe-wielding wolf-creature, normally well disposed to just about everyone, except the Great Grunting Saber Possum, who would circle above him and swoop down regally just when the Lumber-Wolf happened to be engaged in pleasant conversation. This made the Lumber-Wolf abnormally irritable, and as a sort of ineffectual revenge he began writing filthy poems about the Saber-Possum, which he kept entirely to himself.
Lucifer the Carrot-Weevil was the only one of his species, at least at this point in the story, and it should be made clear that he did not in fact resemble anything akin to a carrot or weevil, but was a magnificently awkward skeletal giant covered in green, fibrous, flat matter that all the other animals envied for it’s reflective qualities. He established his ill-fitting title after mishearing a conversation between two thickly orange fur covered rodents, and in a fit of panic, thinking that all the really good names had been taken, declared himself King of the Carrot-Weevils.
to be continuedCurrent Mood:  indescribable Current Music: les georges leningrads-supa dupa |
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Dec. 13th, 2004 @ 05:04 pm
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the man at the paint store was mad at
me because HE mixed the paint wrong.
then i lost $30. then i retraced my
steps, until my hands got too cold.
the food in the fridge better last
me these next two days. SHITTY.
adrienne.Current Mood:  cranky |
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ian curtis
my hot dead boyfriend.
Dec. 9th, 2004 @ 07:10 pm
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Man not contended: snake swollows elephant.
Dec. 9th, 2004 @ 06:57 pm
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Do not remove a fly from your friend's forehead with a hatchet.
Dec. 8th, 2004 @ 07:31 pm
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well you heard it here first folks....
things with my significant other took a terrible turn for the worse, and come january, i'll be needing a new roomie! any takers?
Nov. 22nd, 2004 @ 06:55 pm
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MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEED OUT!!
new location 412 spadina
2nd floor above the thai bangkok restaurant!
if you are in the neighborhood, VISIT!
ps: if you want 10% off thai food, i'll hook you up!
Nov. 7th, 2004 @ 08:30 pm
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for shame. yesterday i bailed out yet again on friday night social obligations.
it's not you guys i swear. it's me! i'm moving, getting over a nasty cold and working
more than would like to be... but i promise, once i'm back to full health, gotten used
to being a work slave for my scary boss and am fully moved into the new habitat, i'll
be ready to get face in the gutter, boy leering, pass out in the bathtub drunk ;)
Oct. 16th, 2004 @ 07:12 pm
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is such a bummer...
i type this from a web cafe.
Sep. 10th, 2004 @ 10:17 pm
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is the name of my new hot pink entertainment system!
and just so you know...
Disaster Area is...
A plutonium rock band from the Gagrakacka Mind Zones, they are generally held to be not only the loudest rock band in the Galaxy, but in fact the loudest noise of any kind at all. Regular concert goers judge that the best sound balance is usually to be heard from within large concrete bunkers some thirty-seven miles from the stage, while the musicians themselves play their instruments by remote control from within a heavily insulated spaceship which stays in orbit around the planet – or more frequently around a completely different planet. Their songs are on the whole very simple and mostly follow the familiar theme of boy-being meets girl-being beneath a silvery moon, which then explodes for no adequately explored reason. Many worlds have now banned their act altogether, sometimes for artistic reasons, but most commonly because the band’s public address system contravenes local strategic arms limitations treaties. This has not, however, stopped their earnings from pushing back the boundaries of pure hypermathematics, and their chief research accountant has recently been appointed Professor of Neomathematics at the University of Maximegalon, in recognition of both his General and Specific Theories of Disaster Area Tax Returns, in which he proves that the whole fabric of the space-time continuum is not merely curved, it is in fact totally bent.
Aug. 29th, 2004 @ 10:39 pm
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next week i start work at twice as nice in kensington market.
this weekend i will buy toys and nerd books in celebration.
Aug. 26th, 2004 @ 12:29 am
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today: 
thanx for the pity party today matt. strangly enough. i'm in a better mood. not stellar. but better.
Aug. 10th, 2004 @ 12:27 am
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Aug. 3rd, 2004 @ 09:31 pm
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Aug. 3rd, 2004 @ 03:54 pm
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this is how today went: 
Aug. 3rd, 2004 @ 03:40 pm
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i'm expected to come up with a intelligent, coherent review of tank girl's odyssey by comparing it to Homer's Odyssey and James Joyces Ulysses. it will be ineteresting if nothing else.
Jul. 23rd, 2004 @ 06:01 pm
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i don't care if it's in oprah's fucking bookshelf, i started reading this yesterday and it's good.
Jul. 23rd, 2004 @ 05:55 pm
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