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I caused a little bit of a stir launching an attack on Blatchford. I agree with some of the points in the attacks geared at me, too. That's the funny thing. Interestingly, the women who responded agreed with me and the men were angry. I was just kinda pissy at Blatchy and wanted to caue a ruckus. I guess I did.
I got a congratulatory e-mail in the Eye staff inbox for causing a stir but then my dad told me to stay away from politics.
Who cares? Not I, I just got checkered, high top Vans and I'm feeling all right.
Steve, you and I are among the only ones still posting on livejournal, and kudos to you. We will conquer this myspace overthrow. I dropped out of myspace so I could fully enjoy the almost retro (by the latest standards) livejournal and get back to philosophizing over nothing, like I always do. you know, rants are like doing scales on a piano. It's the warm up - then you can complete the article on the dyke march.
I'm in a major chord right now, slightly wasted at the Greenroom. Who knew they had wireless here? Not I?
I'm reading Milan Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" and realizing I've always quite admired Czech writers.
Some annoying girl beside me on the patio reserved over 20 seats and she's told nearly 15 who've tried to take a seat around here to get lost. I think it's presposterous. But who am I? I'm sitting on the greenroom patio with an ibook. I never thought I'd see the day.
A nice way to start the summer is with blonde short hair, vans and beer. An interview with the honourary member of a dyke march is icing on the cake.
ciao
I caused a little bit of a stir launching an attack on Blatchford. I agree with some of the points in the attacks geared at me, too. That's the funny thing. Interestingly, the women who responded agreed with me and the men were angry. I was just kinda pissy at Blatchy and wanted to caue a ruckus. I guess I did.
I got a congratulatory e-mail in the Eye staff inbox for causing a stir but then my dad told me to stay away from politics.
Who cares? Not I, I just got checkered, high top Vans and I'm feeling all right.
Steve, you and I are among the only ones still posting on livejournal, and kudos to you. We will conquer this myspace overthrow. I dropped out of myspace so I could fully enjoy the almost retro (by the latest standards) livejournal and get back to philosophizing over nothing, like I always do. you know, rants are like doing scales on a piano. It's the warm up - then you can complete the article on the dyke march.
I'm in a major chord right now, slightly wasted at the Greenroom. Who knew they had wireless here? Not I?
I'm reading Milan Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" and realizing I've always quite admired Czech writers.
Some annoying girl beside me on the patio reserved over 20 seats and she's told nearly 15 who've tried to take a seat around here to get lost. I think it's presposterous. But who am I? I'm sitting on the greenroom patio with an ibook. I never thought I'd see the day.
A nice way to start the summer is with blonde short hair, vans and beer. An interview with the honourary member of a dyke march is icing on the cake.
ciao