the blog that shouldn't be

screw me sleeping a lot tonight, but i had a lot of energy to burn--eating cookies and french fries, see, and flapping my gums on the phone-- one of my least favourite things, but one of those things that i end up doing a lot because not everyone can be here with me when i want them to (which is rotten).

since my last blog entry i've: bitten into a glass vial, done my dishes twice, been visited at random times by my landlord who has taken like 10 hours to far to change two stove elements, tried to change the fuses downstairs, been told two funny jokes (ha! ha! x 1500), made a huge batch of cancerfighting herbal tea, made a small batch of unimpressive cookies in my toaster oven having forgotten that maybe my oven would work, eaten lots of junk and lots of healthy food, badmouthed my "industry," chilled avec ma frere, watched a less-than-amazing movie (sorry, you're amazing-- but we're not taking any more of your movie recommendations), worn a green clay mask, smoked, been tasteless, called my parents, called g's mom a bitch, was offered an article in the senior's advocate, bought a book i'd never heard of instead of cds i'd been sharvin' for, sat in disbelief that you-know-who had won you-know-what, spilled my heart to the guy who cleans the store, looked at my credit card bill and was surprised that there was actually a charge, got off, read my horoscope which didn't suggest that i get myself off, etc.

so tonight i found out a friend of a dear friend killed herself. my dear friend asked me to do something interesting tonight so we'd have shit to gossip about in the morn. i suspect this will be more than adequate. i can't quite top this, nor would i want to. so after a string of unrelated calls, i go online and realize that i, no surprise, have a death-related msn tag-- "baby, join me in death," which i had recently replaced, "die die die my darlin" and "celia fate" with. i tried to think of a tag that wasn't dark or death related, and i kept coming up with more death-related ones. i, of course, could think of nothing but so i ended up with the dumbest tag, "like a stone" which is simply an audioslave song. and i hate this name, and i will rub the matchsticks in my noggin together to represent with something a tad more interesting.

so i've been desperately wanting to go out for the last two nights-- energy abound--- but no. i have plans for tomorrow at the marquee (the arcade fire, the organ, wax mannequins, the holy shroud) and saturday at the attic (chaotic roots, c'mon, hollow, choke). i have a date for tomorrow night, but not saturday. anyone? lotsa good metal.

i have two jokes, someday soon you'll hear them.

paycheck tomorrow. hello pants without rips in them and more music (shows and cds), and oh, whisky.