missmas was most often referred to as crassmas at our house this year. we went home, we celebrated, we were given a $40 budget for alcohol which we blew on american white and canadian red wines (ugh-- as per recommendation by a hick from our town) and kahlua (to be consumed with vanilla soymilk). we smoked outside. we opened gifts. we ate. we were warm. we went to a restaurant in truro that won me over by smiling and accepting the fact that i didn't want a paper placemat, and gave us menus that said "help us save the earth--water served only by request" and kicked me in the teeth by bringing me a placemt when she discovered i was in fact eating, and then serving us huge glasses of water altho we didn't request any. upon our return to the city, we were face-forced with the inevitable prospect of finishing packing our shit up to move. so instead, i went for a drive to wolfville and bro got wasted with joey. we convened at about midnight, and i attempted to match his state by geting as wacked as i could. he slipped down the stoop. we were glad we'd decided against taking the futon in the basement. while i was attempting to move something, blake said i would make the worst slave ever. i didn't know what kind of a comment that was, but shelved it beside his "you're the worst folder (of clothes) in the world" in my brain. always encouraging. we listened to dead prez and packed like mofos for hours and hours. he retired at 330, i at 630 to be up for 8. the movers (one hot, one not-- as per usual) arrived a little late, but certainly not never and moved my shit while i listened to a perfect circle and wrote. like the HB show, i fared allright until almost the end. if it weren't for rescue remedy, i would've surely been a wreck. the weather was not as the farmer's almanac predicted. no storm of the century (i guess we got a pussy version yesterday). the day was beautiful enough to not wear toques and to share the bottle of champagne our landlord got us before i went to work. next coupla days: unpacking. calls. primarily eating bread and mint chocolate and feeling surprisingly good. developing my wheat face. on crassmas eve, i saw a mouse in the living room-- twice. i was prety pissed that there was a mouse in my NEW house, for several reasons, among them not the fact that i don't like or am afraid of mice (despite my scream), but that they'll eat my food (doing only what is their nature-- i know) and that our new landlord might not be so receptive to live mousetraps. i listened to the henry rollins spoken word "'twas the night before christmas" and laughed when i heard "not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse." later, i cut the christ out of my finger while grabbing for a wooden spoon and instead lunged my finger at a curved food processor blade. it was cool because i hadn't unpacked enough to know where a bandage would be, so instead i bit on my finger for 20 minutes before i found a facecloth and an elastic. i smeared some "voodoo cream" (aka bach's rescue cream) on my inch or so long jagged cut and it began to heal almost immediately.
crassmass i spent answering the phone and unpacking and waking and baking. i highly recommend it to dealing with your relatives. ken kennedy once said "happiness is having a large, closeknit family in another city." yes on that. so this is what you missed: i was packing and unpacking.
this and the ball's party last nght.
yesterday brought chocolate oatmeal , star wars special features, 90s trivia, tea and chocolate and white wine and animal-laden desserts and a party with friends i hadn't seen in a while and some i had and symmmetry and asymmetry and conversation that took me nowhere and conversation that might take us somewhere and conversation that could take us somewhere but you won't let it and conversation that gives you a hangover and coversation that burns a hole in your head because you should've said it and conversation that burns a hole in your eye because you shouldnt've said it and words that flood your pen and paper, and words that you laugh while you say but you're not even close to laughing and people that you like and people that love and people that you don't like and people who you want to smuck in the face and people you don't know and people you'd like to know better and people you don't care about, and people who don't care about you and people who bore you and people you might as well run away from. last night brought out the usual for me as far as parties have been going lately-- i left early before i said something fucked up to someone. normally i don't have a specific fucked up statement in mind, but i know that if i tempt myself, i will. nice confidence in my actions. makes me feel real secure. so i go. i go on to skate videos, walks by myself, home to have tea or cereal or smake or shave my legs or write or jerk off or whatever. i realise this is the best place for me. and here i am, in the best place for me. i have all my comforts, and i'm not leaving but for soymilk and a cd.
crassmass i spent answering the phone and unpacking and waking and baking. i highly recommend it to dealing with your relatives. ken kennedy once said "happiness is having a large, closeknit family in another city." yes on that. so this is what you missed: i was packing and unpacking.
this and the ball's party last nght.
yesterday brought chocolate oatmeal , star wars special features, 90s trivia, tea and chocolate and white wine and animal-laden desserts and a party with friends i hadn't seen in a while and some i had and symmmetry and asymmetry and conversation that took me nowhere and conversation that might take us somewhere and conversation that could take us somewhere but you won't let it and conversation that gives you a hangover and coversation that burns a hole in your head because you should've said it and conversation that burns a hole in your eye because you shouldnt've said it and words that flood your pen and paper, and words that you laugh while you say but you're not even close to laughing and people that you like and people that love and people that you don't like and people who you want to smuck in the face and people you don't know and people you'd like to know better and people you don't care about, and people who don't care about you and people who bore you and people you might as well run away from. last night brought out the usual for me as far as parties have been going lately-- i left early before i said something fucked up to someone. normally i don't have a specific fucked up statement in mind, but i know that if i tempt myself, i will. nice confidence in my actions. makes me feel real secure. so i go. i go on to skate videos, walks by myself, home to have tea or cereal or smake or shave my legs or write or jerk off or whatever. i realise this is the best place for me. and here i am, in the best place for me. i have all my comforts, and i'm not leaving but for soymilk and a cd.
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