peeled

"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 a wild and exciting time, I demonstrated my lack of bowling talents, got completely gooned and momentarily let down my guard enough to let show my deep, secret love of ligers.

Best tattoo ever.

I designed a new business card for myself at work today. My new title is "unlikely papal candidate". Somehow though, I think the joke is already past.

I've decided that Multimags can suck my left nut. I can't find a copy of Magnet magazine anywhere. Those fuckers. Having pretentious tastes requires too much research.

The Adam Brown is playing tonight at Toc Toc at 9. Anyone prepared to be intensely folk rocked should check it out. I'll be there, drinking away the rest of my hangover and thanking baby Jesus for inventing accoustic guitars.

A joke: "It must be raining cats and dogs... I just stepped in a POODLE"

Yuk Yuk Yuk

A better joke: "It must be raining cats and dogs... I just stepped in YO' MOMMA!"

Also: I love you all so much I could spread you on toast (Gord Downie)

Today is cinnamon
Today is paisley socks