I'd like to see you try to not enjoy this.

Merry Christmas Everyone.

Please drink the Egg Nog. Thank you.

That's what the sticky-note said on the fridge at work.

Why, thank you, sticky--that morning nogg went down quite smoothly.

I love Amy/Duuuh are you guys, like BFF, or something?

Yes, yes we are.

I met amy when I was starting over. I was dealing with heartbreak (x2) and in a rough place.

I knew that she was my best friend when we were walking home from a bad party and it started to pour buckets, the hardest rain I can remember! We had one umbrella, but it didn't do much and we both started laughing and screaming at the shitty wet end to a shitty night and I started yelling at the sky:

OK, OK FINE! I GET IT!

The bottom line was (and is) when Amy is with me, we can have fun no matter what--even if we're feeling bitter and soaked to the bone.

(And yes, I remember that fateful AppleBarrel night when you took me hostage to go eat chicken fingers).

Amy taught me how to have fun in the most hardcore ways, including but not limited to my first (and probably last) artistic vandalism, flask drinking and general debauchery. We have weekly dates, i.e. white wine leather jacket Fridays, top model Wednesdays. Sometimes she arrives at my doorstep with a surprise slice of papa marios.

Quite a few times when I'd have shows I wasn't really into/ dealing with people's petty bullshit (for whatever reason)—Amy was always there. She'd come to soundcheck and hang out and once even wrote up copies of the set list for me one time because I was too drunk. One time she wrote up copies of the set list for me because I was too angry to. And one time she took my shirt off while I was playing on stage. Because of all this, she will always be an auxillary HSR member.

Plus she's hella talented and one of the strongest chicks I know.

Last night I was feeling overhelmed and a bit sad (sweetie still Toronto stuck) so Amy made me watch 4 episodes of cycle 6 ANTM with her until I was tired enough to fall asleep (MANNI-CAN, NOT MANNI- CAN'T!) and she made me some hamburger helper.

Amy, despite being a few years younger than me, always seems to take care of me, better than anyone I know. And I know that we'll always take care of each other, no matter what happens.

I love you.

If our music was in space to save the planets we would dance among the constellations and flap our sparkle wings.

No fatties

I've been listening to my old Toni Braxton cds lately. How embarassing. Don't. Tell. Anyone. I listen to her croon while I do my dishes. Nostalgia? Maybe, but christ, nostalgia is for weiners.

Musically, things are a whirlwind of awesome. We just got a lot of dough, and tomorrow Andrew and I have an important, long awaited meeting. eeeee! Yeeee!

My sweetie's bandvan asploded so he's still stuck in Toronto. This blows. Fudgey and I have been holdin' it down though. Everytime I miss him, I start to clean/organize things. So at least his absence has been productive.

I've been thinking a lot about New Years resolutions lately. Really, this is just so I can put off things I should be doing now, for another month, i.e. "managing" my money or ...flossing.

Pfft flossing.

Fuck flossing!

Tonight: Beardo-Jen trainwreck karaoke.

For the kids.

HSR is playing a benefits that's raising money/ craft supplies for kids to use at the IWK. I thought it was a pretty *bomb* idea (thanks for that stellar adjective, em) and I'm stoked.
Quite the lineup. Should be a party. But if any thugs decide to get too close to kstation they can expect a face full of ketchip via my supersoaker. Fuckers.

Speaking of Em, I was wondering why I had no comments lately-- When I switched to the new blogger I had a whole bunch of comments that had to be *approved*. So if you were wondering/ assuming that I was embarassed by what you had to say... YOU BETTER BELIEVE THAT YER NOT WORTHY...nawt. They're up now. My mom even said *dollies*! AH!

Tonight is the season finale of America's Next Top Model, and for those of you who don't know, my TV asploded in august and this is the only TV show that I watch every week at Amy's. If you want to come enjoy it with us, give me a call.

Friday night is a big party for Heather. Can't wait. It's Eurotrash themed. I want to wear a party dress.

Speaking of dresses, I'm in the middle of cleaning out my closet. This is partially because I don't have enough room for all the clothes I've accumlated, but mostly because I'm broke as hell and have to sell things. A friend once told me, " All my clothes are a burden", and I thought she was crazy. You can never have too many clothes. Another once friend said "So-and-so would choose her clothes over her boyfriend if she had to" and I secrety concluded that I would too. But then again, I didn't really like my boyfriend at the time. I love my clothes, they are all hand picked, mostly seconded hand rare *finds*. Pucci will always reminding me of being a lame though. I think it's time to let it go.....eee...uuuuu..... nnnnnno I can't.

Has anyone had a Snack and a half lately? Man, they're the shit.

Punk Rock.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

Hi everyone,

Well well well, things have been dull in this blogworld lately. Poor CMAN, nothing worth distracting you from the law of the world.

Speaking of which, I didn't write my LSAT. Again. February. Right. February. I was supposed to go on Saturday but I didn't. I don't feel nearly as guilty as I expected (just a little) since I seemed to have attained a lovely balance in my life for the first time in a very long time.

The Release show was great. No shirts were taken off, everyone played awesome, and a great crowd. I don't know what else to say, but I couldn't have asked for more. Well, other than that police man who gave poor philly a ticket when he was loading his gear for literally 2 minutes.

J: We are musicans and he is just loading his gear. We just played a show.
Badcop: I don't care, no parking-- baracade!!!
J:What? What barricade?!
Badcop: Open your FU**IN eyes!! DOWN THERE!
J: *jaw drop*

What do you do when a cop swears at you?? Well, I had a brief moment of shock and then returned the gesture. Suffice to say, I'm a bit suprised that no one ended up in the paddy wagon, althouh Ed did get the copper's badge number.

On Friday, Niall and I hit up my work party, and gazed at mountains of fine cheese that would probably pay off all our debts combined. We ate a lot of cheese and a fine meal and then I headed to stage neige for the Windom Earle soundcheck, full of brandy and cheese, respectively. I realized that I did not know the songs, so I went home, played the set through twice (full of cheese and brandy)and then returned to play the show-- which I might add, was totally SO MUCH FUN. Stephen asked me to be a part of a new secret project. I'm excited (and it's not really that secret).

Saturday, I went to the Marquee because my sweetie was opening for...*choke* In Flight Safety. Now readers, you know that this band has fallen under my criticism more than once. In preparation for this event I watched their video on their myspace. How bad could it be??

Two thumbs down, shit in face.

Key word re video: awkward
Key word re song: boring
Key word re performance: affected.

Sorry dudes. I hear you're nice and all but please quit boring everybody (and by everybody I mostly mean real musicans/musical appreciators who understand what boring is). You can do better.

To be fair, I didn't stay for their performance, so what do I know. But those lights looked fancy. They very well could have saved everything, including the world and boring song-writing.

Over and outs.

Updates

I've been thinking about writing something non-self-promoting/self-indulgent.

But, right now, I don't have time.

So I'll just say this:
HOTSHOTROBOT's EAT MY HEART debuted at #1 on the CKDU charts this week. Check it.

Now that's indulgent. Aren't I annoying? Such a bitch--yes I am!

BUt now I have to finish learning the Windom Earle set for their release tawnight!

STEPHEN RULZ!