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I feel good today. I feel fucking good today. I took a break from my excessive coke snorting and drunkeness to go over to Michelle's yesterday to fix, and then pimp out her new computer. It was actually a lot of fun to get in there and fix it and then turn into it a fine tuned machine haha; very satisfying to accomplish those things. I basically made it a desktop version of my laptop, which is perfect in eeevery way!

if anyone needs me, I'll be at the kiss factory!

For some reason, this week went blindingly fast. It's hard to believe it's already been a week since my drunken adventure at Virus, throwing up everywhere and punching Mark. It feels like yesterday I was at All Request Geoff night, listening to Head Over Heels, or watching Thor rock out while holding up a predator head. Where doe the time go...

I suppose the adventure really began Saturday night... my sober Saturdaynight mind you... but it was late into the evening, Steve had a few drinks in him and he came over to me and said, "I'm this *motions with fingers* close to taking tomorrow off and driving up to Toronto." Of course he was talking about driving himself, myself and Cam up to the Birthday Massacre show, which both Cam and I had proposed to him a week or two earlier, but he claimed he could in no way take off the day work, but here he was, a day before the show, and he's considering it now. I was filled with glee but not entirely hopeful, as he said he wasn't completely sure about it yet. When I got home from the bar that night (and I wrote my entry about being sober), I was talking to him on MSN, and at that point he told me we were "definitley" going tomorrow and told me to be ready to go around 2pm or so and I clapped. Now that leads me to the next day; the Sunday...

... so Steve, Cam and myself were about twenty minutes from the edge of town, when Cams cell rings. "Hello?", and the reponse was something along the lines of, "ZOMG!112!1 TEH Bar is at capacity! HOLY FUXXORS!!1" or something...

A sober saturday night / sunday morning... how.. odd. Still enjoyed myself though... they played all the dissent themesongs, plus Take Me To The Hospital as per request, to which Cam 'broke it down' in the DJ booth vigoursly shaking his arms.. ooh good times.

Eww.. I'm not feeling to well today. I didn't eat anything for breakfast, then I took five caffiene pills... now I feel sick to my tummy. Mark and I went to the cafe really early today and got fries and pop but they dont seem to taste... like anything. They dont taste good, the coke tastes plain and bland... this sucks... and the caffiene just made me feel sick, rather than awake. BASTARDS I SAY!

i think it might be the flower matching the eye-shadow