2007!

My ass hurts.

I had my first tumble off of Hanna the other night. Luckily, I was bundled up so I didn't get scapes, just bruises. My second pedel fell right off while I was peddling hard, and I went DOWN.
I'm just glad my head didn't get squished by oncoming traffic.

2007:
Lots of things, really. Another continent, a fat HSR cheque (&check?), ends, certainly beginnings.
A 3 year plan from the only man to sign every major record deal on the east coast for the past 12+ years.

Hm.

A lot could happen between now and then (approx 6 months), but I can't wait to get away from Halifax and travel. I think I'm leaving at just the right time before I become thoroughly cynical...wait a minute, I've always been cyncial. What I meant was completely and utterly bitter. But at the same time, I know exactly who I'll miss already: several of those who were at the dance party at KLC's on Friday (see picture). It was a great party. At this point I had to take my sweater off because Stephen got too excited talking about the Johovah's Witnesses' hugging tigers in complete harmony and threw up his arms alas I got a jager soaker. I also have a belt on my head. Whose? Dunno.

Great party.

After dropping off Amy, I begged Niall to stop for garlic fingers at Papa Marios. I asked for a 9" but found that the box seemed quite small, the contents even smaller. The last thing I remember was ranting about how I was going to measure that box in the morning.

Those Garlic fingers were barely a 6".

Papa Mario's = Papa Jerks.