NO STARS AND PORN STARS
well, well, well.
first and foremost on the agenda i'd like to give a shout out to carrie palmer for exposing me to the true epitome of PROCRASTINATION. (as if itunes wasn't enough). who would have thought there would become a day where we write diary's online for not only friends to see, but complete strangers as well. it's too bad they didn't have this back in grade 8, so that we could post the first time we got our period- as i'm sure loads of complete strangers were just dying to know.
anyway.
oh wait. before i forget, carrie, i'm so glad you voiced your recollection of not knowing exactly what happened to penny. i, as well, for the longest time (let's say until grade 8- maybe higher- who knows) did not know that penny had an abortion. in fact, i'm sure that i believed she was stabbed as well. and i think at one point, i may have thought that johnny had something to do with it- no, you know what, i don't know. all i can remember is being very very confused when that scene came on, but then i'm sure i forgot about it when johnny and baby starting fucking- and i had to figure that one out at 8 years old as well. ah, well, i'm sure mom and cath thoroughly enjoyed their tetley tea's while we sat downstairs learning about sex and abortions, and taught ourselves how to dirty dance in cut off jean shorts, probably using our cricket dolls.
janelle and i came home tonite and decided to smoke a joint, before induldging in one last pint of ben and jerry's before we begin our cleanse tomorrow. so, i'm actually wondering if maybe it's not a good idea you and derek and the guys come up on the 23rd because i can't be around your filthy habits. (ie: getting stoned, drinking pepsi, eating kit kat's, smoking). and too, i don't want to watch you indulge in a fresh pint of half baked (how appropriate) when i'm sipping on a litre of maple syrup, lemon juice and cayanne pepper. ya, you should just go ahead and stay home. try and befriend those kittens again.
blog. i mean, who invnted this? and myspace? oh. i was thinking, (again, directed at carrie, the only person who will probably ever read this) let's create a fake myspace page under an alias, and do things like pretend we're in a band. i'm playing the zylophone. called it. we can make up fun things and everyone will try and add us because we're so god damn cool and then we can have executive myspace meetings and decide who we're going to deny. and we can post bikini pictures and we'll only add guys who have a picture of them with their shirt off next to a fancy car. preferably trans am's.
anyway. just an idea. HEY! i know- since you still don't have a job ,that can be your next mission. maybe cut back on one or two episodes of arrested development a day, and, VOILA! a myspace page. how magical.
tonite i watched yet another show about porn on showcase.this is my second documentary in two weeks about porn. hmmmmmmm. is someone trying to tell me something? it's hard to tell.
okay, well that about wraps up my first official post. i went to bed feeling really tired, mentally writing this in my mind. so i layed there, and i was in that "am i still stoned? am i not stoned?" phase, and then i thought "wow, the CN tower looks like a ghost beneath all those clouds. groovy man." and then i thought "yup, i'm still stoned". so i figured it would be best to pull out my trusty macbook (plug- this really is the LAP OF LUXURY) and write down all of these signifigant thoughts.
and hey, if zach braff has a blog, and zach braff is cool shit, then why the hell not, eh?
peace love and cherry popsicles,
first and foremost on the agenda i'd like to give a shout out to carrie palmer for exposing me to the true epitome of PROCRASTINATION. (as if itunes wasn't enough). who would have thought there would become a day where we write diary's online for not only friends to see, but complete strangers as well. it's too bad they didn't have this back in grade 8, so that we could post the first time we got our period- as i'm sure loads of complete strangers were just dying to know.
anyway.
oh wait. before i forget, carrie, i'm so glad you voiced your recollection of not knowing exactly what happened to penny. i, as well, for the longest time (let's say until grade 8- maybe higher- who knows) did not know that penny had an abortion. in fact, i'm sure that i believed she was stabbed as well. and i think at one point, i may have thought that johnny had something to do with it- no, you know what, i don't know. all i can remember is being very very confused when that scene came on, but then i'm sure i forgot about it when johnny and baby starting fucking- and i had to figure that one out at 8 years old as well. ah, well, i'm sure mom and cath thoroughly enjoyed their tetley tea's while we sat downstairs learning about sex and abortions, and taught ourselves how to dirty dance in cut off jean shorts, probably using our cricket dolls.
janelle and i came home tonite and decided to smoke a joint, before induldging in one last pint of ben and jerry's before we begin our cleanse tomorrow. so, i'm actually wondering if maybe it's not a good idea you and derek and the guys come up on the 23rd because i can't be around your filthy habits. (ie: getting stoned, drinking pepsi, eating kit kat's, smoking). and too, i don't want to watch you indulge in a fresh pint of half baked (how appropriate) when i'm sipping on a litre of maple syrup, lemon juice and cayanne pepper. ya, you should just go ahead and stay home. try and befriend those kittens again.
blog. i mean, who invnted this? and myspace? oh. i was thinking, (again, directed at carrie, the only person who will probably ever read this) let's create a fake myspace page under an alias, and do things like pretend we're in a band. i'm playing the zylophone. called it. we can make up fun things and everyone will try and add us because we're so god damn cool and then we can have executive myspace meetings and decide who we're going to deny. and we can post bikini pictures and we'll only add guys who have a picture of them with their shirt off next to a fancy car. preferably trans am's.
anyway. just an idea. HEY! i know- since you still don't have a job ,that can be your next mission. maybe cut back on one or two episodes of arrested development a day, and, VOILA! a myspace page. how magical.
tonite i watched yet another show about porn on showcase.this is my second documentary in two weeks about porn. hmmmmmmm. is someone trying to tell me something? it's hard to tell.
okay, well that about wraps up my first official post. i went to bed feeling really tired, mentally writing this in my mind. so i layed there, and i was in that "am i still stoned? am i not stoned?" phase, and then i thought "wow, the CN tower looks like a ghost beneath all those clouds. groovy man." and then i thought "yup, i'm still stoned". so i figured it would be best to pull out my trusty macbook (plug- this really is the LAP OF LUXURY) and write down all of these signifigant thoughts.
and hey, if zach braff has a blog, and zach braff is cool shit, then why the hell not, eh?
peace love and cherry popsicles,
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