This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
So it looks like New Years in Montreal for me. I am booking everything that need to be booked right now.I cant wait.
I want to relive the summer but during the winter months.
And I want to send HUGE shout out to Flash of Cowboytrance. Flash, my friend and I are heading down to Sin City just after the new year.
could you suggest a good hotel to stay at. and maybe some party spots. I would love to meet up with you while I am down there as well. So send me an email @ my Gmail account.
Hmmm what else. I took some great photos at the kardinal concert last week
here is a teaser.
The rest will be up on a website soon.
and I will post the ones I really like on my Photoblog
killed softly at 12/28/2005 12:31:00 PM
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Saturday, December 24, 2005
Nichts ist unmoglich
The christmas party @ Mod went off with out a problem. Well there were a few problems, that involved heads, broken noses, and hands and faces.
But all seems to have sorted it self out for this day.
I cant wait for turkey tonite.
i had my yearly dose of eel last night.
I friggin love eel. LOVE.
killed softly at 12/24/2005 09:29:00 PM
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Friday, December 23, 2005
friday december 23rd,I have hacked into this blog. merry christmas and happy new year bitches! angelo you're my boy.
killed softly at 12/23/2005 04:44:00 PM
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Thursday, December 22, 2005
This is a post to let everyone know how much I love my friend Ashley. AKA: hendo, herderson, Snachly Benderson, Hendie, ect.ect.ectAsh moved to England earlier in the year, and I have missed her since her departure.
We have managed to stay in close contact, even though she is so far away. I am grateful for this. Now, she is home from drunken holiday celebrations. I cant wait for her to leave again. So I can go and visit her in England and scam a free place to stay while I cause havoc amongst the British.
Ash is a party m.a.c.h.i.n.e
Went to England a vegetarian
came home a bacon lover.
killed softly at 12/22/2005 11:29:00 AM
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Yawn.its been a few days.
so I guess an update is in order.
All my friends are slowly arriving home from their respective schools, and this excites me.
I am totally done my Christmas shopping which is really great. Cause usually I just leave it all to the last minute.
I even gave out some Christmas gifts early this year
well I gave one away early.
A coffee table book. To Greg, cause well, I always stay in his apartment in Montreal, and there is never a book or anything big enough to roll a joint on. So I bought him this huge book of Leonardo Da Vinci's sketches and drawings. It should suffice.
Also, I did a lot of spending on myself. I bought a PSP, which I must say has sucked endless amounts of precious hours from my life since I bought it last week. Yesterday I also bought a new flash for my camera, since I am shooting the Kardinal Concert this Thursday in Hamilton.
I bought myself some new shoes. Which are really nice. I love Royal Elastic, and don't know why I have never owned a pair.
I am not going to give away what I bought for people on here.
cause too many people read this blog.
I should start a blog called, secret Christmas gifts, and see if people can find it. And then in turn find out their Christmas gifts from moi.
ok I have lost it.
if you cant tell.
the stress of the season has got to me.
Me it has got to.
killed softly at 12/20/2005 11:22:00 AM
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Thursday, December 15, 2005
Everyone should just go and check out my PHOTOBLOG. You should all go and leave me comments.
thanks.
killed softly at 12/15/2005 10:44:00 AM
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Sunday, December 11, 2005
The anger from my last post carried through to Saturday night. I hit someone last night. Hard. Not undeserving, but still should not have been done.Anger is a hellava drug
killed softly at 12/11/2005 11:09:00 AM
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Saturday, December 10, 2005
"...far away from west virginia"I could have finished it last night. I saw the
He deserves what he is going to get.
Not acting on your anger is a very good trait to have. Sometimes it isnt.
last night i am glad i didnt act on anger. Because i am saving it up. Saving every last drop of angry. for when i see him again. And i will ask him the questions i want answers too. and if he makes the mistake of saying what i think he will say....
i dont know what will happen.
killed softly at 12/10/2005 11:41:00 AM
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Friday, December 09, 2005
All last year, I wanted to be normal. Now I have embraced my perverse nature, and I will nurture it, instead of hiding that shit.
I have learned that this is the person I am, and no-one can change that. Not even myself.
I feel like I should be at mod club watching the bubbles float down, and feeling like the strobe lights are going to give me seizures.
Fucking strobes.
killed softly at 12/09/2005 11:13:00 AM
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"ohhh!??!! I know Gill, she is the shit"
I really love TiVo. I mean really love. If marrying a mechanical device was legal?/possible, I would so marry my TiVo. I just love how I can pause, rewind, and fastforward through live TV. It also tapes all the episodes of Kenny Vs Spenny for me, and stores them so I may watch them in the future and laugh.
who ever invented TiVo, should get a Nobel prize.
seriously.
Who ever nominates people for those things best get off their ass, and nominate the inventor of TiVo.
This blog post seems like a fucking paid advertisement on TV.
I swear I am not being paid for this.
I LOVE HD-TiVo.
killed softly at 12/09/2005 10:03:00 AM
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Thursday, December 08, 2005
All these people now a days are going to doctors. I friggin hate doctors.
"but they give you pills that make you feel happy!" Meh. I don't need happy pills. Well maybe in the doctors eyes I need them. But I say F that. I self medicate with delusions of grandeur, and randomly yelling at people.
You would be surprised, but it really works.
All of you out there on: Zoloft, Paxil, Wellbutrin, Lexapro, Celexa, Prozac....ect. ect. drop that shit like its hot, and try self medication. Do whatever it takes to make you crack a smile. Be it volunteering at the hospital, or spitting on old people. Just give it a shot. Don't let the drug pushers(doctors) get you addicted to their happy pills. Cause once you pop. You cant stop
this was a public service annoucement, brought to you in part by gsusking.
killed softly at 12/08/2005 10:45:00 AM
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005
DAN NEARY - The True Hollywood Story
Daniel Neary was a special man, a man of talent, a man of style. On the outside he seemed like your everyday meterosexual but through his obnoxious laughter and odd but unique dancing gleamed his struggle. Dan Neary had a serious addiction. He was addicted to bottles. Any type of bottle as long as it carried a liquid, which could be mistaken for alcohol. Yes, did he love those bottles. The fame and endless attention it brought him, he could not get enough. It got to the point where he would sell his kind but tainted soul for bottles. His clothes were constantly on the market, just selling anything he owned so he could buy that next bottle. No matter where he went, whether it be Tokyo, Time, 1234 even Bifteck Dan would need his bottle. There was even a day when he would refuse to pay for cabs, coat-check anything that was not associated with his bottle. He was sinking, sinking fast. Finally, the day came where he decided to get out of the sinful city that was feeding his addiction. He was on the right track, or so we all hoped. Unfortunately, Dan Neary suffered a relapse and ended back in his city of gold where he could buy all the bottles his heart desired. It started off slow but once again he was spiralling out of control. No one could put a stop to it. All he wanted, he needed, was his bottles. One night after a manic episode of buying three bottles he disappeared. He was gone and no one could find him for they were all too overcome from those three evil bottles. To this day no one has seen or heard of him. Dan Neary had too many dances with the devil. There have beenrumorss of his whereabouts. There have been alleged sightings in Poland and Finland at the bottle factories were Dan Neary is trying to find never-ending happiness.
- Inspired by a little thing called procrastination….
killed softly at 12/06/2005 01:12:00 AM
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Friday, December 02, 2005
I miss my buddy Austin. He is a good dude, and looks strikingly like Pacey from Dawsons Creek. Through the summer me and austin would chill everyday. We would smoke dope, and talk about girls. What a good dude. He had a spot on this blog before. It was and Audio post about him almost getting raped while hitch hiking home from london.austin you rule.
killed softly at 12/02/2005 10:50:00 AM
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