gingerheadman

well my computer's in the process of being torn apart by viruses, probably because of my brother's porn downloading habits.

My friend alexandra was trying to get a hold of me all last week, but everytime she called I was working, and if I rang her up she was usually busy at school. Anyway, it turns out that her friend, anna wanted me to accompany her to a wine and cheese dance at Western Uni this coming saturday. I would have loved to go for various reasons, mainly to do with wine, dancing, and hanging out with awesome alexandra. Alas, the only guy who could have covered my shirt had the unfortunate occasion of breaking two bones in his right hand on someone's face. Apparently two fella's tried to skip out on their bills last week, so Josh went after them out the door. When we told them to come back in and pay they decided it would be a great idea to try and beat him senseless rather than pay their fifty dollar bill.

The world is full of fools of all sorts. Of which, angry fools are my least favourite, and spontaneous artsy romantics are my most fav.

Well, these two 'fine young cannibals' clearly didn't anticipate josh's ass kicking abilities, because to be honest, aside from his shaven head he really isn't that intimidating. However, mr. josh has been a avid rugby player for the past eight years. In those eight years he has clearly learned how to take a few hits with ease as well as deliver them with ferocious conviction. Lol. those foolish angry fools... they ultimately payed their bill.

Last night was awesome possum. I hung out with an old mate from highschool and danced the night away mo town style!

This weekend is going to be busy busy busy at the slainte, which is fine and dandy with me. I like to work like a bunny.

Oh yeah, this past monday was the annual slainte party. It started at a place called, 'Liquid Kitty' which was actually pretty nice, then on it went into the wee hours of the morn' with a load of people renting three hotel rooms. There was a lot of making out, but not on my part. I was drunk but not drunk enough to rant on to a new friend about japanese cartoons, until the making out turned more and more towards people drunkingly trying to push things to more sexual heights. At this point in the night a drunk bouncer started calling me a faggot and a queer because I choose to wear a bright pink scarf. It bothered me enough at the time to push the guy into a wall with a ram from my elbow, but that was pretty much it. This guy, 'chris' is solidly twice my size and clearly was going to beat me stupid if it weren't for a fellow work mate. Thanks for saving my ass matt!
The whole deal just seems weird now. I mean, it's pink! It's only a colour. Blue green yellow red brown...they're all just colours!!!! It's just another fucking colour!!!

I'm going to make the assumption now, that chris was a bull in a past life and still reacts aggressively to reds and pinks.
That's the only rational explanation.

It was at this point in the night that I wandered off to find a quiet spot to read my new book, which I successfully accomplished for a solid four minutes.

(Mark Twain, by the by, is a gnarly fello. I've never read anything by him before, but now I plan on becoming a little more well versed in the world of Twain)

What is it about groups of drunk people that gives them this inexplicably amazing ability to find others in hiding?
Next time anyone goes missing or is on the run in your town, my advice is to rally up a load of drunken people and let them loose in the woods. They'll get the job done.

Oh yeah! I have a date with holly in toronto this coming monday. I'm going to put on the most lovely dress in town.

cheers!