Needless to say,......................
Biatch! Sniatch! Terrible licey, scabie infested house parties and dull day semantics of a small niche market town by the sea at the end of the world. Run on, run on sentences, go forth and make the mess you live in messier! tilt the wheels and let's wash the stains out of out undergarments before we shoose to reveal our old tired dirty parts to an audience for the first time. What a drag Victorians!
I said I was going to a barbeque today. I will not. My suspicions are that it will not be well attended and that the environs shall be unpleasant due mostly to inclimate weather.
Yes, there is suppose to be music and good food. However, freezing my titties off and eating smoked meat in the rain with a bunch of bar people in daylight just doesn't sound like fun.
It's Victoria day weekend! Yay!
I went to a party the other night to see what all the hype was about. I had been to this home before and had a lame time. Young adults that live like teenagers. Unkept and in a state of squalor.
The young and the restless were eagerly intoxicated by the start of some of the music I came to see. A drone act that was executed by a cute pudgy female from Vancouver. DAD was her act and had more people focused on the music than on each other it may have been more of a high lite. The dreadful babysitters played a raucous of shitty songs that we've all heard before in many better a song. Screaming and twitching out lines about generatins and revolutions does not cool thee make. Well, ok, maybe a little. Still it was slop. As this uncomfortable teet of an excuse for a venue progressed into vehement stupor, and the presence of the city officials became evident, I quickly made my escape.
Crap, my jeggings are filling with crap. But not like that girl with the twitch! Man what an itch she must have!
After being closely scrutinized for my cigarette habit I paid significant cash to see some barnd new boobies at logans.
Reserved seating in the front row of this bar that had been trasformed into dinner theatre stylingfs. candles and close quartes made for a moment of anticipation. The host made jokes that were odd and infunny. The ladies parqded one by one with cottage cheese cheeks and missing titties. Brand new boobies. Get some.
There was some spanking. It was amateur and quite frightful. I couldn't believe I spent BIG Bucks to see this crappola. I was trapped in my seat with no service. I just need another drink. That waitress is over there and can't even get to me.
By the time intermission came I was able to run to the ladies room for relief.
At the bar I filled up with a double order of drinks for the second portion of the evening. I was hoping this would get better. My hopes were quickly dashed as a woman in a clown suit took tpo the stage and slowly began to remove her items. This was more disturbing than enjoyable. All in all this was a rip off and I felt more ripped off as the night went on and the hosts kept bantering about more theatrical shows and better shows that were coming up and to quickly purchase my tix.
I bought a vibrator kit off the pool table and went home and had my way with myself.
Don't get me wrong, there have been some great shows I've seen since I last wrote. The Revolutionary Cyborg Wedding Band, Himalayan Bear, Beach House, Bank Robber, David P. Smith and the Euphorians, some kids I can't recall the names of but they were very happy and wore turqoise t-shirts. AHna and Medusa were freak Heat waves good.
Lot's of good stuff. The girl band thing seems to be tapering off a bit. The open relations
hip wer better each time I got to see them. A great cover og Jet Boy! Happy Boys & Girls tv club haven't been playing. real stinker.
I'm trying my best to be more positive. Howebver, what you like about this stuff is hearing shit about yourseld and ny typos!
Food arounf town is ok to crap-suggest something and I will review. The best thing I've had is a sandwich from the italian food store on Blanchard, Good simple sandwich. Mmmmmmax xo
p.s. will write again soon my beauties (;
