12:47 p.m. - Wednesday, May. 26, 2004
Another year older, another year wiser
I've been away forever, I know. I'm terribly sorry to all the 3 people who actually ever read my crappy diary.
Its been a whirlwind of events since i last wrote, seeing as it was my birthday last week. Thank-you, I accept your happy wishes, and I accept also the fact that I am hella old. But I look good, so fuck it. My dermatologist is like my priest I tell you.
Anyway, to recap the events of said occasion, I had a full house the week-end of, as Zen, the gorgeous man I met in Cesky Crumlov and travelled through Romania with - all platonic, all good - came to Montreal, and brought his dutch lovely Vi with him, and they crashed with me, which was rediculously cool. But it got even cooler than that, because one of my truest and oldest friends Robert F. also showed up on my proverbial doorstep the very same week-end. I've known the cat since I was 15 years old and I love him in unspeakable amounts.
So on Friday I threw an utterly fabulous party, in honour of, um, me, and many people came, and we all got drunk as hell on lime daqueris, and smoked a bunch of dope, and spun the Black Album, and my cousin was there with me, and even though she's way underage I don't feel a bit guilty for getting her all messed up, and my friend Jonathon gave me a wonderwoman pez dispenser, and my boy Mark got down on his knees in the middle of the room and presented me with a bouquet of desert flowers, which made me feel really really sexy. Then after that a bunch of us went to saphir, and I drank even more, and danced alot, and sweat so much it looked as though I'd taken a shower in my clothes, but I still got hit up on by some very foxy little things, which was a bit of a perk really.
Saturday we went and saw Kill Bill Volume II, and drank rum in the theatre from a mickey. Volume II was really Stonesque, and even Lynchian in its beauty, but I feel the end was a bit sentimental. Volume I left me slightly more breathless. Oh well.
Sunday Mark Robert Jules and I went to Spooky Boogie at Cafe Chaos, and drank pitchers of rousse, and smoked cigarettes while watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre II, the very cleverest of all B Cult classics.
Now I'm immersed in finishing a paper about the 1968 student revolution in France, because I received an incomlete extension in my modern European history class, and the shit is due on the 31st. Bummer, cuz I really just want to get high.
I have to find a job today. Wish me luck.
Later.
