Goodbye journal.
I'll be starting a new one soon, but mostly just for the purpose of promoting shows/releases and participating in whatever music community is still left on lj.  It might even become a lil bit of a music blog. I toyed with deleting this whole thing, but I think for now I'll leave it up as a record of the retarded person that I was, ( Read more... )

On rereading my craigslist plea, I guess I did sound a tad like I was willing to extend sexual favours for a ride

Chimney-sweep-poor girl wants to go to the Orillia folk fest. There is no way I can afford a bus ticket, and I might be wrong but posting for ride on craigslist seems a tiny bit safer than just standing out on the highway. Whenever you ( Read more... )

normally, i would fuck with someones unclosed account (at school, net cafe... etc.) for two reasons. one - being forgetfull and running off without thinking and two -  having REALLY dumb accounts on facebook, livejournal, myspace. but you have good taste. so, lesson being... always log off og your account or some fart partical of a person might ( Read more... )

We promised each other  we would dance all day in the middle of the street, but by 8 am, worn out after hours of waltzes, spins, tangos and charleston-esque kicks to The Refused, Sondre Lerche and The Hold Steady it started to seem a bit unfeasible,  not to mention more than a little inappropriate, what with him having a girlfriend and being my ( Read more... )

I have a lot to write, but I'm on borrowed time, so instead of reading about my office pitfalls, new record label (!!!)  and romantic escapades everybody should read this fantastic article http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html .   Thank G-d I still read http://www.itcameoutmagical.blogspot.com/ because ( Read more... )

The second coming of spring!   And because I'm in a slightly malicious mood I'm sharing an Edna St. Vincent de Millay poem.

Spring
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of  the ( Read more... )

I'm crying into my soup right now.  I was insanely excited for the Over the Top Fest http://www.overthetopfest.com  I had this great plan to see Peter and the Wolf  early and then run out before Michal Gira to catch Casiotone for the Painfully Alone, but now since I'm gainfully employed I won't be able to see either.  I thought  a 12-9 shift ( Read more... )

Today, while preparing press packs at Arts and Crafts,  I came to the realization that if you want to run an indie record store you should change your name to Dave.   Out of the approximately 80 managers of indie record stores, 6 were named Dave.  SIX!!!!  Now,  even considering the fact that record store management is a predominantly white male ( Read more... )

Does life get any better than bartending for hot lesbos to "Gasolina"?  
Well, yeh, I guess it could if  my boss wasn't a total prick.   On the other hand, I poured everybody doubles all night out of hatred for my boss, which meant that couples who should be on The L Word were doing cute robot dances with abandon.

Quit? 

Are so amazing.
The other morning, rumpled and standing in a doorway,  Jonathan started to tell me how he had solved the problem of materials for his sculpture based around Picasso's bull horns.  Looking all serious faced and intense he explains to me that the lips of a vagina change shape and become engorged when they are aroused  as if this was ( Read more... )