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When I make pergoies in a frying pan, they scream at me. It kind of makes me feel bad for the little guys.

Nathan went home to do some laundry, and from the text messages I received, it looks like his hose blew... Water? Oil? I don't know. Nevertheless, the thing is overheating. So when I spoke with him he was at Canadian Tire. He said he's going to try and patch it, and that he'll have to fix it up tomorrow. Which I hope he does, because we're scheduled to join the crew at Horseshoe Bay for some New Years Eve BBQing at Nicks house.
Mid Winter Barbeque's. I love Western Canada.


I had some D.A.R.E believing S.O.B leave a negative comment on here... And it's the same as they've always been (besides the attack of the fellowship of Brown Boys)... some anonymous puke leaving non capatilized messages about my stupidity. If I wasn't so in love with my dinner right now I might have a smidgeon of caring
But alas, After six years of volunteering my services to a human right that I believe in.. One measly little whiner kid who watches too many After School Specials is not going to upset me.

Oooh. It's 7:11 pm. I could go for a slurpee, if only there was a sev closer than 30 minutes away. Really, I live in a suburb, sure.. But you would think they'd have slurpee's within a five mile radius.

My darlinmg roomate is spending the night with a fourty year old man she met when I took her to the fetish club for my birthday party. I made her write down his name and phone number.. Because we don't know the guy from a hoel in the wall. She spoke with him on the phone and then went for coffee with him, but that don't mean much.
So it's my responsibility to freak out if she doesn't come home.


I made popsicles out of juice boxes. They're glorious.




the kind of popsicles that you can't help but suck all the flavour out of, then by the end you end up with a giant hunk of ice. OH LORD. It brings back memories.


I have this sharp stabbing pain in the back of my neck today. No idea what I have done. Perhaps a nap is in order. I've yet to decide.


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