What the hell/notgun and naybird

Oh, hi.

It's been awhile. Fancy bumping into you here.

The fact is, nothing really compelled me to post in quite long time. Life is good. Not that it's any of your business. I'm looking for a different appartment. Shacking up. Holy shizznit everyone's shacking up these days. It's, like, the NEW thing. We'll see.

Fudgey's good. And growing. He got a perfect report card at the vet's and scored "ideal". He really is shaping up to be just like his mommy. Well, except for the whole testicle part. Poor Fudgey loses his manhood on Wednesday.

A couple weeks ago, Windom Earle made a trip to Sackville, NB. We had a great time playing the last class bash at George's. Afterwards, we partied hard at the Borden hotel. In between these two things, I was in full force, ready to take some punches after some major douchebaggery from a soundguy towards a darling friend. Instead I spewed several Pavement related insults. This soundguy plays in a band that I don't like. They're pretty snoozy if ever there was one. This made the insults more fun. You just had to be there, I guess. I can bepretty evil like that, especially when such douchebaggery is so ludicrous and against friends who are so kind and respectful. But other than my mouth, everything was pretty zen.

Last week, under Amy's careful consultation I got some subtle yet interesting tracks. For once in my life, my hair is "alternative" enough to merit dirty looks from boring strangers. Thank you Amy!

Other events worth mentioning include Feast of Beardo which, for the first time in several months, reminded me of the good times that can be had in Halifax with good people.

Important acessories to my current life:

-Grill cheese sandwiches (xtra hot sauce)
-Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman dvd series
- TV on the Radio
-midi interfaces

Ok. You can go away now. I'll be back in like 2 months, maybe.