so the thing about pants is...
there is a time in betwixt the purchase of pants and the placement on hips. This time is frought with paril. You disagree? You are wrong.
I purchased a lovely pare of pants on sat. I went to the preloved warehouse sale with my friend katie bowes. The pants I required were nice black pants, that could, and I am not even fucking around here, be dress pants. They were regular $160 and I got em for a sweet $46 with tax. Then we went for lunch and it was good. Then we walked and that was good. Then we parted ways, not for good, but that was good too. Then I changed the CD in me discman. Then I was walking throught the doggie park. I was excited about the doggie park because it is full of poochies and I like it there. I then was halfway through said park, listening to the hidden cameras, thinking about how good I would look in my pants at the party I was going to that evening. At this point in time i was like "where em pants, damn em fuck!" So I went back and the bike perch I had set me bag o pants on was sans bag, sans bike, plus my frown.
So that put me in a mood. I decided that i was just going to watch hockey and not go to the gym. This I did. Glad I was cause not only did my habs beat the hated leafs. But simon and greg showed up towards the end of the 2nd period and brought a ton of booze. They buy, I booze, we all score for the win.
So then we went to a party. I could have gone to the walkmen but didn't want to go to a sad show lonely and half cut. The party was good. I smoked a big joint. MISTAKE!!! You see me and the pot have an a to b relationship. C best see itself out of it or bad times can result. ON this particular evening I got so paranoid I left a good house party to go to my house and freak out while upstairs while functioning under the impression that someone was indeed trying to break into my house, cause apparently there are no people worth robbing in Toronto except for me. Thank god my roomate returned or I never would have gotten to bed. Jesus.
Tonight I saw Capote. I really liked it. Especially relating it to thinking about how academic work works how it relates to peoples lives and the type of privileged knowledge production it creates and how it would be possible to do better. or to stop doing. or to not do ones readings for class in protest!!! I guess that is one way in which I actually DO protest to much.
Then I went for some improv, some of which was very funny, then some gin, and then some dinner with katie and J. Tommorow I read.
I purchased a lovely pare of pants on sat. I went to the preloved warehouse sale with my friend katie bowes. The pants I required were nice black pants, that could, and I am not even fucking around here, be dress pants. They were regular $160 and I got em for a sweet $46 with tax. Then we went for lunch and it was good. Then we walked and that was good. Then we parted ways, not for good, but that was good too. Then I changed the CD in me discman. Then I was walking throught the doggie park. I was excited about the doggie park because it is full of poochies and I like it there. I then was halfway through said park, listening to the hidden cameras, thinking about how good I would look in my pants at the party I was going to that evening. At this point in time i was like "where em pants, damn em fuck!" So I went back and the bike perch I had set me bag o pants on was sans bag, sans bike, plus my frown.
So that put me in a mood. I decided that i was just going to watch hockey and not go to the gym. This I did. Glad I was cause not only did my habs beat the hated leafs. But simon and greg showed up towards the end of the 2nd period and brought a ton of booze. They buy, I booze, we all score for the win.
So then we went to a party. I could have gone to the walkmen but didn't want to go to a sad show lonely and half cut. The party was good. I smoked a big joint. MISTAKE!!! You see me and the pot have an a to b relationship. C best see itself out of it or bad times can result. ON this particular evening I got so paranoid I left a good house party to go to my house and freak out while upstairs while functioning under the impression that someone was indeed trying to break into my house, cause apparently there are no people worth robbing in Toronto except for me. Thank god my roomate returned or I never would have gotten to bed. Jesus.
Tonight I saw Capote. I really liked it. Especially relating it to thinking about how academic work works how it relates to peoples lives and the type of privileged knowledge production it creates and how it would be possible to do better. or to stop doing. or to not do ones readings for class in protest!!! I guess that is one way in which I actually DO protest to much.
Then I went for some improv, some of which was very funny, then some gin, and then some dinner with katie and J. Tommorow I read.