cuddle up little angel cuddle up little dove

remember when life looked like this ? good god. if i had the balls that ive always wanted, they'd be sweating right the eff off me right now. hence why swimming on the roof of a building for all the higher buildings to enact their watchful gaze upon thy pasty flesh is always an interesting time.




annnd i take it back. new-neighbour-buddy is walking anomaly.

im coming up to the apartment, and he's fucking spray painting the only god damn recycling container ive seen in WEEKS, yellow. (i have a creeping suspicion someone has been doing away with these sustainability boxes on wheels as to perhaps further provoke the global warming conspiracy theory, as i have not seen one in site as of spring). i suppose that is almost besides the point, but, anyways, here he is, with a huge one on wheels, with the wheels tapped and covered off, as it makes its apparent transformation into a keg on wheels. now, i know montreal is pretty damn lenient regarding booze and festivals, but what the hell buddy think's gonna happen after he plants an oversized Heineken umbrella on the side and fills it with ice and a keg and rolls it around quartier latin? Certainly the city, whom im supposing has rights over this damn box on wheels, won't notice him carting it around, albeit its new camouflaging? must be from New Brunswick.

and, jesus, where is old buddy? oh, right, the uncreative humping has permanently relocated itself to the outskirts of NDG. Alas? Not exactly. I already miss the spicy food and the subtle reminders of my raging anglo-esque-ness.

still no money in sight, which is becoming seemingly problematic due to jazz festivites beginning too soon. fear not, i will find a way. like YOU care. i need me some more HOOKUPS.

in less erattica news, camping and eating this weekend was prime ..... (!!!!!) something about a certain family feeding me til my guts nearly explode, in the most loving way possible of course. twas also a nice surprise to escape the heat of the quebecois nationalism this weekend.

back to the basement tomorrow. see you in hell, bitches.