You'll Have To Excuse Me I'm Not At My Best...
So its 4:04 Tuesday morning and my weekend doesn't seem to have stopped, I felt obligated to drink with my friends from Mohawk to support their Union's labour action (which means they all have tommorow off apperantly) Solidarity Bitches. I can't find my copy of Sing Loud Sing Proud and its killing me, it was the first Dropkick albumn I ever owned (not the first I'd heard, but still)it kills me there were like parts cut out of the liner that I used on this compilation I made for Char back in the day and I sketched out a lot of the cover art in my brief stint in art class in grade 9. Tiff's Birthday was fun, although I was embarrassed to have lingered so long, i just didn't feel up to dismantling the bong while half in the bag, I'm rather attatched to the thing now. Speaking of whick, does anyone else find MP3 players to be a little soviet-esque? My CD player is covered in marker and stickers and even shit I scratched into it in math class but would you do that to an MP3 player, it just doesn't have the same feeling. I really wish I could sleep but my body's playing the old "I'm gonna remind you why we don't drink on mondays" routine. At any rate, I'm going to finish Fear and Loathing and hopefully pass out in time to miss breakfast. To the 5(?) people who read this, goodnight, all the best.