FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
i fucking HATE when you write this big long journal entry and then all of a sudden its fucking erased. not retreivable.
its fucking 4am and i am sitting here playing fucking neopets. I named my pet stormybabypants... HEY HOOKER, what kind of fucking name is CHAUNCY! you should be changing that soon... and make me fucking lovable damnit.
Im talking to this drunk dude who thinks he needs a girlfriend, im trying to reassure him that he wants a girlfriend and need is a rediculous word to use in this situation. i am also trying to convince him that i am crazy (which i am). its an interesting conversation. im sure he'll regret it in the morning, but i suppose its always good to get shit off your chest. i dont even think he remembers who i am. its alright. matt from chicago, stop worrying. everyone has this problem. its unneccessary drama that we inflict on ourselves. we dont NEED anyone.
im listening to Frou Frou. I thought i was the only one in america to know who they were but i found the CD at my friends house last night which was pretty cool. she thought it was awesome that i knew who they were. aparently their cd has only been released in the UK.
its now 4:20am.
so, there are hundreds of thousand of people on this site and i dont know who about 85% of them are. there are people who read this journal who dont have memberships, and i have no idea who you are... well other than my mother. i wish there was a way people who arent on the site but know me could say something to me to let me know they are reading this... or something. i dont know.
i stayed over at candice's house the other day, we watched a couple of movies... i finally saw the whole movie 'heathers'. and van wilders something or other, that was funny. supposed to go for brunch the next morning but there was a hair emergency aparetnly.
saturday night i went to a house party at my friends house... and found a photographer for mine and my friends set... fantastic photographer. this should be alot of fun.
sunday night i went to ciao, as i always do on sunday nights in toronto. the last film festival party was at andy's and felicia was working there so i went over there for a while. Sinead and heather came to ciao and laurie. But guess who didn't show up... what a great best friend i have. yeah. whatever... im not wasting my time anymore. YOU COME FIND ME, you know where i'll be.
i think im almost sure that im going to move back to toronto after the warped tour. get a job at shanghai like i wanted to before. get a nice little apartment on queen west. something like that anyway... i wish all my friends were always an arms length away... well.. something like that anyway. i dont know when im going to know what im doing. im just going with it. why not, im young enough right?
i talked to one of the dirtbags tonight... i miss the dirtbags too...
blah blah blah... i have heartburn, im tired and i should probably go to bed.
it feels good to be on my computer... MY computer. fuck i almost forgot i had one. i was looking at all the old pictures on here and wholy FUCK was my hair ever long before i cut it. SOOOOOOOO long and straight. almost to my hips...
Bracket will be here before i leave. i always wanted to meet her.
Morgan will be here before i leave too... its going to be great.
Noelle im calling you in the next 48 hours.
Twwly where are you?
Annie call me
Heather i hope your little foot is ok.
Aries i want to see that magazine.
Ren your hot.
Stormy i love you.
willem i miss you.
EricAllen ill see you soon.
xo.
tegan,
tLo,
t,
teegz,
tiggles.
p.s NO SMOKING IN TORONTO AS OF NOW. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH.
p.s.s
vote for Get The Fuck Up Radio for best radio show... LA WEEKLY!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
i fucking HATE when you write this big long journal entry and then all of a sudden its fucking erased. not retreivable.
its fucking 4am and i am sitting here playing fucking neopets. I named my pet stormybabypants... HEY HOOKER, what kind of fucking name is CHAUNCY! you should be changing that soon... and make me fucking lovable damnit.
Im talking to this drunk dude who thinks he needs a girlfriend, im trying to reassure him that he wants a girlfriend and need is a rediculous word to use in this situation. i am also trying to convince him that i am crazy (which i am). its an interesting conversation. im sure he'll regret it in the morning, but i suppose its always good to get shit off your chest. i dont even think he remembers who i am. its alright. matt from chicago, stop worrying. everyone has this problem. its unneccessary drama that we inflict on ourselves. we dont NEED anyone.
im listening to Frou Frou. I thought i was the only one in america to know who they were but i found the CD at my friends house last night which was pretty cool. she thought it was awesome that i knew who they were. aparently their cd has only been released in the UK.
its now 4:20am.
so, there are hundreds of thousand of people on this site and i dont know who about 85% of them are. there are people who read this journal who dont have memberships, and i have no idea who you are... well other than my mother. i wish there was a way people who arent on the site but know me could say something to me to let me know they are reading this... or something. i dont know.
i stayed over at candice's house the other day, we watched a couple of movies... i finally saw the whole movie 'heathers'. and van wilders something or other, that was funny. supposed to go for brunch the next morning but there was a hair emergency aparetnly.
saturday night i went to a house party at my friends house... and found a photographer for mine and my friends set... fantastic photographer. this should be alot of fun.
sunday night i went to ciao, as i always do on sunday nights in toronto. the last film festival party was at andy's and felicia was working there so i went over there for a while. Sinead and heather came to ciao and laurie. But guess who didn't show up... what a great best friend i have. yeah. whatever... im not wasting my time anymore. YOU COME FIND ME, you know where i'll be.
i think im almost sure that im going to move back to toronto after the warped tour. get a job at shanghai like i wanted to before. get a nice little apartment on queen west. something like that anyway... i wish all my friends were always an arms length away... well.. something like that anyway. i dont know when im going to know what im doing. im just going with it. why not, im young enough right?
i talked to one of the dirtbags tonight... i miss the dirtbags too...
blah blah blah... i have heartburn, im tired and i should probably go to bed.
it feels good to be on my computer... MY computer. fuck i almost forgot i had one. i was looking at all the old pictures on here and wholy FUCK was my hair ever long before i cut it. SOOOOOOOO long and straight. almost to my hips...
Bracket will be here before i leave. i always wanted to meet her.
Morgan will be here before i leave too... its going to be great.
Noelle im calling you in the next 48 hours.
Twwly where are you?
Annie call me
Heather i hope your little foot is ok.
Aries i want to see that magazine.
Ren your hot.
Stormy i love you.
willem i miss you.
EricAllen ill see you soon.
xo.
tegan,
tLo,
t,
teegz,
tiggles.
p.s NO SMOKING IN TORONTO AS OF NOW. FUCK THIS SHIT. AGH.
p.s.s
vote for Get The Fuck Up Radio for best radio show... LA WEEKLY!
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btw, no offense to your home city, but my sister was robbed in Toronto two weeks ago. they took all her money and my camera. she's ok, but it was a nice camera. canadians need to stop picking on us poor americans.
There are good reasons why they didn't take it though. You shouldn't expect this to be the last thing you hear from me in terms of photography on this site.