Friday, April 10, 2009
runner, runner
i havent seen james in a long time.
the last time we talked, he told me lily was really upset, and he didnt know why.
i hope they worked it out.
it felt like sunday, so i spent most of the day in bed.
with flashes of golf and the starwars marathon on space tv.
then i had chicken stirfry for breakfast at 5:30pm.
more concert chaos last night.
they took down our posters because the owners thought they inspired violence.
made me feel really good, so i snuck a few back in and signed them for fans.
some chick started throwing limes at steve.
so the show ended half a song early.
i dont think anyone cared.
he dropped his bass and marched right up to her.
reminded me of toby keith on youtube.
i guess she had her reasons, no boyfriend etc.
naomi showed up half way through the set, with her cello.
and if you were there, you saw it.
its a memory the government will never get to steal from me.
playing at sports bars is way better when the canucks win.
if they loose, its good that our music usually pushes an anti-depressant.
my playoff mustache will make my mom sad, but proud.
tomorrow is movie day, a terpsma invention.
im excited to wear my stolen miller high life pants all day.
er'body brings a movie, we order chinese, and spend the day unlike slaves.
long weekends rule.
like old bright eyes albums.
calm and quiet and clever.
in other news, the harlem globetrotters are coming back to PG for the 37th time.
i hid my ticket in the freezer.
so if this place burns down i can still go.getting up at 5:30pm is way less depressing when its still sunny at 7pm.
this town has 2 seasons: winter and summer.
winter is sad, so we drink, summer is happy, so we barbecue.
unfortunately: "i have the body of a lifestyle" is no longer an acceptable excuse.
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