12:37 p.m. - Saturday, Jul. 26, 2003
Lobster supper
I am not dead. I'm just buried in PEI.
I'm on vacation with my folks. Lot's of lovely refrain from the city scene, and all that.
I'll be back in Montreal in August. And THEN I will be moving into a new apartment in mile end, which is the raddest area in Montreal, with tons of shit to do everywhere. Buh bye boring ghetto fucking stab my eyes out NDG, you suck and I hated you and I will never live in you again.
Until then I am here, riding horses, and walking on the beach, picking up shells and rocks that seem like treasure in the sand, but just look like shells and rocks on the kitchen table, and poking at the whithered empty exo-skeletons of deceased crabs, feeling sort of sick, yet strangely compelled. And eating lobster. Tons and tons of lobster. Its all quite wonderful.
Don't forget about me!
