You know what's good?
Sweaters from Tadjikistan and high heeled boots, Montréal snowstormbiking in the middle of the night, Dorian, being anglo, being young, bad American movies, good American movies, Québec ska, Russia being out of hockey and out of luck.
What's less good is that unless I'm disorganized as usual someone may have stolen my wallet. Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy my FQME card, Czech Youth tramcard, five dolla bill, and lucky loonie with Terry Fox on it.
What's good, though, is that Terry Fox is a badass.
Over and Out.
Roger that, Captain.
27.2.10
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11.2.10
10.2.10
Bitter? Never
How it sometimes feels to try to maintain a sense of positivity and constructivity in an age when glib media-blurbs are the norm and cool is the new apathetic (or vice versa?) and the fractal counterculture simply consumes differently, not less:
3.2.10
2.2.10
Current Obsession
This song:
Wet and crinkly and limp feet.
Five grapefruits for a dollar.
Beautiful streets.
Coffee in Nalgenes.
Long hair.
A girl named Vera
(She's not an obsession. She's just really awesome)
and all that.
Also, you know Johnny Weir (the flamboyant American iceskater, you know, that one)? And you know Lady Gaga (the crazy/amazing/ridiculous contemporary performace artist/pop star/too many forward slashes)?
Yeah:
Wet and crinkly and limp feet.
Five grapefruits for a dollar.
Beautiful streets.
Coffee in Nalgenes.
Long hair.
A girl named Vera
(She's not an obsession. She's just really awesome)
and all that.
Also, you know Johnny Weir (the flamboyant American iceskater, you know, that one)? And you know Lady Gaga (the crazy/amazing/ridiculous contemporary performace artist/pop star/too many forward slashes)?
Yeah:
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