i find that these days i've been progressively intoxicating the shit out of myself and yelling in people's faces because they skew things that are said in their brains and i am all, um, that is not the overall meaning of what was just said and they are all, BLARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH, and i am all, SHUT UP and then i tell some dicknose that he is just a pawn 'cos he is a bass player and has absolutely no right to dictate anything in my band and i just talked to my dad and he is like we don't want a bass player and i am like good that solves everything.



so i am all kerouac sans the writing just the tappa tappa drinking talking artfag except i'm one-hundred per cent more bitter and obnoxious. i bet jack was really nice but then again he was a serial drunk, so whatever.

i'm gonna watch nat. lamp's. euro vacation because i am rock and roll.

than asked me what i did and i said that i self-destruct and that i live to insult and basically i consult people on what is cool these days and what is not and i say that i can predict the future of cool and he is like how high is your iq and i said i dunno i took that test and they were like skip her a grade or send her to french immersion and i said no because i was fanatic i suppose about staying where i was and he was like mine is 150 and i said i didn't doubt that and then he was like the band and i was like marketing and he was all you belong in new york and i said yeah but i am all canadian and shit right now and i will not ever try and set up shop as a second class citizen unless i know for sure i'll be able to eat and he is like kerouac woah and i was like wall street, fantastic.



and then i told other guy that the title of his book was "amazing" and there was a period at the end of it and the cover was black and the letters were white and they were embossed and the text was all grey, i was trying to be weird and profound and i felt pleased that it came off as bizarre and amusing only to myself and they were probably like whatever you self-obsessaphobe.



and i said dude i am the ambassador of toronto let's go take a tour and so we drove him around and i was like that is where prostitutes are that is a fire hydrant this is tourist town and fil explained everything i said in english to than and than was like this is the best tour ever and we were like a go-kart and i remember i had said earlier i aspired to being intoxicated. nice.



and so we are at the bovine and i am wearing pearls and unfortunately not wearing a sweatband on my head and this girl is like i OWN this bar and i think she meant it literally she got me a jager and i was like no malibu and she said YOU ARE IN MY BAR SO YOU DRINK WHAT I SAY and then i was fine with that.



and her "homegirl" asked if i had hpv when i asked to chase that vomitshot with her beer after they ransacked our fucking smokes and i am like hpv? how about assume i am cleaner than you are and she is like NO there is this thing going around here and i said I DO NOT EVEN LIVE HERE ANYMORE!



Bovine may as well change its name to NYC.



yeah so i, definitely today, have the day-after-booze-blues and i am trying to decide what to do about it other than write and think and obsess about it.

now that i am drinking a beer i have to smoke a cigarette thom is playing duckhunt and is all perfectionist about it and mark is drawing at the table and we are not eating the kiwi and i am ok with that because it will be eaten eventually



we played cards and watched reefer madness til 330 drank made steak and fancy spaghetti there is junk all over the yard of the apartment building from the workers and their fuck it 'til mananas attitude which we admire but i am irritated by for i have to walk around cement chunks and metal parts and chemical bins when i am standing there smoking and looking up at the scaffolding and imagining things falling off it at my head



dark side of the moon is on i have not smoked weed for about 3 months now.

i am still fucked up.

ok so i had a ct scan today and it was fun and yes i did cry when the needle was put in my vein and i wasn't anxious at all 'cos when you are walking into a hospital and you see death and dying all around you, you are like fuck MY pain and hypochondriatic synergy - look at THAT holy SHIT! and the nurse goes are you ok? to me and i said yes i'm just sensitive maybe too sensitive for this world but it doesn't mean i want to leave it and the fact i am here means that i DO want to be in it and i laughed when this old coot was like JUST DO IT when the nurse was explaining radioactive goo and high blood pressure and being cautious...

i wanted to keep the robe

and i was all yeh my blood might be thin i had some alcoholic beverages last nite and she said whatever and i had stamps and an x on my hand from the killers show w/ ambulance and some other band-thing as well...

so yeh, i think i am going to have a lot of money one day so my dad can quit his job and play music and then everyone can have their own house and i can float to them and away from them.

oh and ps we are also going to clone my cat.

blogger should have a canadian all-star team. you could go pro on the
laurels of yr ability to let it flow outta that c-ranium. they should
have a draft actually + you could get a jersey + such.

seriously, i think that there are folks out there that get inspired
about the chit yr going through, most folks aren't open to talking
about the things they work through.

did i mention being a football-watching jock in austin isn't all it's
cracked up to be?

mischa sent me this. happy crapsgiving. friggin' pilgrims.

yeh i get the same feeling, well sort of, just that this place is a ghosttown today
it's cold and empty and nothing is open
like come on it's a capitalist society, no one should be on holiday, today is about making money, idiotsville merchants. i am just mad 'cos i think every store should be a greasy spoon diner, today at least, and everything should cost 4 cents and i should be allowed to walk in and say weird things and then play with someone's dog all day long and give it back when i feel like it.

i am SO putting this on my blog!


BLOG!