peeled

Today I slept past noon. Daylight savings is kicking my ass.

I spent the whole day drinking black coffee alone in my apartment, learning ryan adams songs and eating peanut butter on toast. I love days like this

I also love that tonight, I'm going to Bloc Party at la Tulipe.

I need a haircut. I'm fucking sick of this big curly mess. I came...
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"It's rainin'
It's raiiiinin'
there's nothing you can do
so go ahead and cry, but your tears won't change the sky..."

Yes. It's raining and I am hung over. My poor brain.

Bowling last night rocked my socks. It even rocked my shiny two-toned bowling shoes (which by the way, I did not steal... though I may have encouraged others to). In addition to having...
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Have you heard?

Black is the new black.

Also. Ryan Adams is coming to town. But not before Bloc Party fills my life with rocking out. It's a good month for music.

Is it weird that I want to be Parker Posey when I grow up?

I need new shoes.

Today is Asphalt
Today is subtitled kung fu.

I am in a brilliant fucking mood.

Don't ask me why. I've come to believe that there's something about spring in Montreal that causes dramatic and explosive mood swings.

Then again, it could be because I finally joined the YMCA today (which hopefully heralds and end to my laziness); or because I've had my apartment all to myself; or because of the giant meal I...
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