I'm back.

Now THIS is my kind of ad. I love it.

Lettuce Party!

Yes, my friends, a lettuce party. Well, not quite, but compared to the sausage fest of the blog, it's a close enough analogy.

This Saturday. 18.10.2008

Jupiter Room, 3874 St-Laurent

This a party for my gf Pasquale, her sisters Dominik and Mary-Clear, as well as Pasquale's friend Sofa.

So yeah, compared to last Saturday, it should be a little somthing like this:



And yes, I got this picture by googleimagin 'lettuce party'. And yes, I did crop it.

I've had it!!!!

Ok, here the deal... Somehow, my entire life has transformed itself into one big sausage party. All I ever see is guys. Guy, guys guys. So I decide to escape to the virtual world where I figure I can keep in touch with some girls I know, right? Wrong. Nobody uses Facebook anymore and the the blog is... well... the equivalent to three big guys in a small bathtub using Dildo T Baggins as the soap.

So I'm taking a break from the blog. I'm gonna give socializing in the real world a try even though I live and work out of my apartment. (sigh)

I'm screwed,

Candyman

Go on, read his lips.

What I think about terrorists is that yeah, they can blow themselves up along with their victims, in the way of the low grade kamikaze, but they dont have women to back them up if they need to get driven somewhere. Yet they still have the advantage on us. Now I intended to say something clever here but then, while trying to back it up with a cool picture of a terrorist, I fell on Ali. And then I forgot about the clever thing. And then I forgot about Ali. Ah well, I guess these sort of things are normal these days.

Has anyone ever explored this place?

'Cause I wanna go!

Now with zoom:


Its a train yard!

So Bonerpants is right.

That bike path parallel to the tracks is one fantastic piece of bike path real estate, especially at night. Combined with appropriately creepy music it's absolutely fantastic. Problem is it finishes on St-Laurent so I didn't know what direction I was headed and managed to find myself back at nerdlord's... I need a compass.

On A Happy Note...

still can't sleep