take it away boys.
It's supposed to get up to and above thirty-five degress this weekend (starting today).
I'm pre-emptively sweating. Lord.
Also, if you don't hear from me after Saturday, you will know that I have been suffocated at Sin City's anniversary party, okay. I want to be cremated and have my remains distributed to them's what want 'em in wee containers. Play "Man of Action," "Wonderwall," and "Nobody Girl" at the service. Which ought to be held in a park. Um. I'm partial to The Hollow Tree in Stanley Park, or the tree museum park in Richmond (I can't remember what it's called. It's at Garden City and Alberta or some shit). No religious music unless it's Leonard Cohen (I'm serious about this--my mother will argue, but don't back down). Someone ought to read "Not Waving But Drowning," "Invictus," and something by me (not porn).
Yeah, that's getting a little morbid. Sorry.
The point is, it's going to be very fucking hot.
melodramatic ninny:
" fortune"
"leap"
"the problem with combat photography"
" i'm lying to you" (two pages)
" not quite schadenfreude"
"cartographer"
" re: postsecret" (two pages)
" a public life"
" summer at the world-famous mustang ranch"
" metaphors for alone" (two pages)
" plumb"
Anyway. Dinner with the 'rents tonight. And I decided to let ICBC have my car. They are giving me just under twenty-two hundred dollars for it. Eh.
Bye.
I'm pre-emptively sweating. Lord.
Also, if you don't hear from me after Saturday, you will know that I have been suffocated at Sin City's anniversary party, okay. I want to be cremated and have my remains distributed to them's what want 'em in wee containers. Play "Man of Action," "Wonderwall," and "Nobody Girl" at the service. Which ought to be held in a park. Um. I'm partial to The Hollow Tree in Stanley Park, or the tree museum park in Richmond (I can't remember what it's called. It's at Garden City and Alberta or some shit). No religious music unless it's Leonard Cohen (I'm serious about this--my mother will argue, but don't back down). Someone ought to read "Not Waving But Drowning," "Invictus," and something by me (not porn).
Yeah, that's getting a little morbid. Sorry.
The point is, it's going to be very fucking hot.
melodramatic ninny:
" fortune"
"leap"
"the problem with combat photography"
" i'm lying to you" (two pages)
" not quite schadenfreude"
"cartographer"
" re: postsecret" (two pages)
" a public life"
" summer at the world-famous mustang ranch"
" metaphors for alone" (two pages)
" plumb"
Anyway. Dinner with the 'rents tonight. And I decided to let ICBC have my car. They are giving me just under twenty-two hundred dollars for it. Eh.
Bye.