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twentyeleven
it's here. usually i don't give a shit about new years eve and i end up having the worst time of my life, but this one was more than passable.
the house of everlasting super joy. feel the bliss.
2011 weighs heavily on our shoulders (look harder).
we lost him later that night.
just a casual run in with mayor rob ford and wife, no biggie. in the ice cream fridge at the dundas and manning sev elev, no less. really rob ford? could you be more of a cliche? you may as well have presented us with your business card as you sauntered off to your suv with custom "rob ford" licence plates before peeling off dramatically into the night. oh wait...YOU DID.
tim mccready house party. hiding in the bushes b/c of 600 people fire hazard clusterfuck panic attack. (or b/c cozy.)
jas, tim, ivy. just pals bein' pals.
2/3 of rituals minus 1/3 of rituals plus one smiley babe
hot drumming that enduces fierce male crotch rubbing
fierce avoidance and denial of said rubbing
in conclusion: i spent the wee hours of 2011 dancing wildly in the hugest and messiest of backyard tents, got home around 5am, slept for an hour, and woke up covered in mud and smelling of booze just in time to catch a bus headed for montreal with my bros.
happy very belated new years, friends. it's coming up roses!
the house of everlasting super joy. feel the bliss.
2011 weighs heavily on our shoulders (look harder).
we lost him later that night.
just a casual run in with mayor rob ford and wife, no biggie. in the ice cream fridge at the dundas and manning sev elev, no less. really rob ford? could you be more of a cliche? you may as well have presented us with your business card as you sauntered off to your suv with custom "rob ford" licence plates before peeling off dramatically into the night. oh wait...YOU DID.
tim mccready house party. hiding in the bushes b/c of 600 people fire hazard clusterfuck panic attack. (or b/c cozy.)
jas, tim, ivy. just pals bein' pals.
2/3 of rituals minus 1/3 of rituals plus one smiley babe
hot drumming that enduces fierce male crotch rubbing
fierce avoidance and denial of said rubbing
in conclusion: i spent the wee hours of 2011 dancing wildly in the hugest and messiest of backyard tents, got home around 5am, slept for an hour, and woke up covered in mud and smelling of booze just in time to catch a bus headed for montreal with my bros.
happy very belated new years, friends. it's coming up roses!
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