i'm going to feed the ducks today - all the stale bread that's been sitting in the back of my fridge for months. how exciting. today is saturday, it is sunny but very windy and cold outside. what's the point in it being sunny if it's ridiculously unbearable to stand outside for more than three minutes. i dunno. i'll probably wrap a scarf around my head and wear my stupid hat. yes. i will. last nite at the bar this dude passed out on his stool and some guy poured olive juice into the passed-out guy's pint. i laughed. oh yeh, some drunk twat walked in on me when i was in the loo. i hate when that happens, it's the little things that drive you nuts, eh? like when the channel you're watching on television decides to go all static or when you drop your food on the floor or you give yourself a papercut - man, those things depress me.



that's my story and i'm stickin' to it.

ok so yah, i'm back from new york, i just don't know how to put into words what i did, really, that's why i haven't said anything. do you ever get that way? well, anyway, we're talking about me, and yes, i get that way all the time. i'm here everyday, looking at this fucking computer, but i just can't get it together enough to make any sense. all i can talk about is martinis and china town and buses and rain. in the meantime, you can look at this. ARGUEMENT WITH RAYMI'S MOM i had put up this little picture/link of jeffrey dahmer and my mum got real pissed about it. read on to find out.

what day is it? thursday? sheeeit. i'm a little out of it.