Growing Old

I'm sitting on a train hung over, burned out and nauseous; listening to Tool and melting into the sunset.  If you feed the pollution and disintegrating ozone to the malnourished dog, the rest of the gourmet sky becomes beautiful and the suns rays can pierce through the earth - like my eggs ever-easy every morning.  And if I flush out the beer cans left behind by last night's froshers, Ottawa's canal can flood my eyes with tears of stevia.

tsunami jam 7 years ago!

Remember LiveJournal? I sure do! That site got me so many women... and got me in so much trouble.

I went through my old rants and found this... an impromptu jam session in 2004 to raise money for tsunami relief.

I'm on the bongo's and my friend is struggling to keep up on the djambé.

  Tsunami jam 2004 by pykmusic

things

Things that are disgusting:  massive death.  union busting.  total physical exhaustion.  sick beats:

catty baits

I met the real-life version of Kathy Bates yesterday. She was driving the TTC bus into York U. I thought she was going to run over pedestrians then run us off a cliff while screaming "STUPID YOUTH OF TODAY TAKE OFF YOUR HEADPHONES! STOP LISTENING TO NOISE! GET OFF THE ROAD DAMN YOU STUPID DRIVER BAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"

But she didn't.