12:41 p.m. - Thursday, Jul. 29, 2004
Summer stuff
My band slays. I`m so psyched my people, honestly, its practically killing me. I will give all details, i.e. name, first show date, etc. as the situation progresses. We are going to make some rock and roll history, dig.
In other news, my skin looks like I vacayed in malachai and caught a little case of leprosy. Under my eyes looks like a raw turkey wing? Don`t ask, because I don`t know. And the rest kind of just looks like I was punched in the face with knitting needles. Montreal can fuck right off. Every fucking summer with this horseshit. Filthy oily smokey polluted drippingly humid Montreal makes me break out like mad, and then it promptly extracts every minim of moisture from all skin that doesn`t have a zit on it. Gorgeous. Its really affecting my emotional equilibrium. really. I don`t even want to get laid, and that`s like, alot of fun? Fuck.
I go home August 7th! I`m jacked. I haven`t been west in summer for like, 4 years. Can`t wait. Provided this pathology loosens its death grip on my face. If my skin does not improve drastically in 10 days I will not be excited to do anything, save find my dermatologist who`s on some merciless summer vacation, or a euthanasist. But that`s whatever...B.C.!
We`re going to go to the Okanagan, I haven`t been there since I`m 19. Its so gorgeous, lake skaha is one of the most beautiful beaches I`ve ever been on in my life. And I`m going to go to Vancouver, see ma belle jeune tante, see all my crazy friends that I`ve had forever...its going to be a real corker.
K, I`m going to go make sushi now. Later.
