WhooWee 2006

Dear Readers,

Happy New Year.

Last week we played at One World, and as always, it was a frenzy of getting everyone in the right place with the right stuff at the right time, but as always it was a fantastic show. Philip Clark graced Halifax, flustering girls left and right, leaving some *ahem* more satisfied than others.

New Years was very fun- part of the night spent with the Tradgedies ( JCS, you should really stop telling me to kill myself; it's not nice) and wittle Scribbler, who gave me a nipple pin which is delightfuly subversive and has already made at least one person uncomfortable. I'm proud to say that I rang in the new year with a room full of fantastic people and at the stroke of midnight Beardo, Alfred and I among several others danced our mutherfuckin asses off to New Order in a serious tribal fashion. I managed to make it to see at set and a half of Epworth at the Attic to boot. It was a fine evening. But we missed Dennis. In an effort to track him down and include him in New Years 2006, we found him on MSN, where I delived the key message:

lsitewan man, its jsut another night man fucvjk it, man. we'll all poarty soon mna,

And clearly, we will.

Right now I'm at Dal, because yesterday I woke up from a dream and decided I'm going to take a class. Stupid dream, I already have a degree. Luckily, I now see how lame it is here...but it seems more appealing to take a class than find a job currently.

We will have to see.

In other news, Sean's gone to Califoria, presumably to be pussywhipped into doing things he doesn't want to do. So, for the next month we can expect a few more appearances of HOTSHOTEpworthBOT/ Jen Epworth band.

That's all I have for now.

PS- BEARLY's TONIGHT!