tap the trees, find my syrup

perhaps i'm pushing my luck, but the worst thing troubling my existence right now is that i can't find the 2L of maple syrup that i know are in the house. so i can't put any in my yerba mate or smoothies or baking. and i don't feel jusitified in buying more. pretty tough.

i shit pure energy

omig_d!

this is one of the funniest stories about someone who was injured whilst not doing something particularly stupid, that i've read in a while.
so. incredible.
in some ways, i wish this had've happened to me. blast the bowels good, wha?.
holy motherfuck!!!

LIGHTNIN'!

in montreal...

-nobody is fat (except tourists)
-everyone is well-dressed (except tourists)
-everyone speaks english (so convenient)
-nobody uses an ipod (i assume because there's so much cool to experience)
-there are hardly any painted crosswalks (why do we need lines?)
-rock shows begin at like 8 o'clock (such a good idea)
-nothing opens early (see next entry)
-i couldn't find anywhere close to downtown to eat a good breakfast (i ate clifbars)
-i was offered coffee, a massage and a private dance (heh)
-apparently nobody drinks water with whisky (hmm...)

boyfriend utterings of old finally make sense

finally i understand why boyfriends used to say the following seemingly hurtful statements: i don't want to talk about this anymore. can you please be quiet for just a minute? i've had a long day. what are you talking about? i have no idea what you're talking about. no, i don't want to plan our time together this week. let's just see what happens. i have crossed over to the other side. i am the one who doesn't want to talk about it anymore, or hear senseless ramblings. just shut up and kiss me. or fuck off and go home. or maybe i should go home. and leave you to be by yourself to pine away for me forever. man! g_d! gawd! demig_d! SHUT UP!