roguestenography

Devestating blow to the current schemes getting out of cochrane, but in spite of the darkest hours of my struggle against this towns oppression, I will prevail brothers and sisters! (that reminds me, I need to make a new voicemail message.)

I used to dislike the yeah yeah yeahs based on the fact someone put a song that didn't jive with me on a mixed cd - pretty bogus really seeing as they're not half bad (well y control is an awesome song.)

things are getting wierder. I'm okay with it, I geuss the last thing someone ever needs is certainty, I'll be more or less content with a hermitage some old books and a pretty constant supply of tea. I started this weekend in a suit at the castle, and ended it in dock workers garb watching narnia in theatres. Somewhere in between were three or four parties some hot tubs, calling in sick, party political conversation (political conversation of the worst kind! ... almost.) about three hours of a russian accent, two of british one and a lot of scotch thrown in, and somewhere therin three peoples breakups, three of us spooning in a single bed through the night... some other junk I geuss.

I'm also looking for a new years party for my ridiculous band to play at. As it sits three of us are planning on bringing our guitars to all the parties we know of and playing single songs and moving along. I actually really like that. Maybe we will. we probably won't.