Monday, November 03, 2003
I spent Thursday night being reminded about the time I told my mom upon discovery of a box of condoms (actually one full box and one empty box) that I was "holding them" for a friend. I was later pushed around by some guy who thought we were "pussies" for not dancing during Les Savy Fav. We didn't know what "punk" was. When we did dance we danced like "bitches", apparently.
(I used way too many quotations in that last paragraph)
On Friday I had the pleasure of crossing paths with a mohawked punk with a Conflict shirt who, upon learning that we had no change to spare, remarked "that the Beatles rocked" (it's funny because we looked like mop tops..get it) I spent the night wearing short shorts and discussing the complications and intricacies of being a circumcised male. Broken Social Scene then provided the soundtrack to a night of harassing potential date rapists and convincing a rather intoxicated young teaching assistant that he didn't look like a moron simply because he had whiskers painted on his face and was wearing eyeshadow. I used the sage wisdom of the Gilmore Girls to convince him that he could turn the situation to his advantage. We then made love to the breaka breaka dawn on a beautiful fall amber morning.
Today I went to the anatomy museum. It's on the 14th floor of the Charles Tuppper building and if you like severed heads and preserved vas deferen (and who doesn't) it's a sight not to be missed. It's nice to know that amidst all these uprooted trees, you can still see body parts in jars for free.
(I used way too many quotations in that last paragraph)
On Friday I had the pleasure of crossing paths with a mohawked punk with a Conflict shirt who, upon learning that we had no change to spare, remarked "that the Beatles rocked" (it's funny because we looked like mop tops..get it) I spent the night wearing short shorts and discussing the complications and intricacies of being a circumcised male. Broken Social Scene then provided the soundtrack to a night of harassing potential date rapists and convincing a rather intoxicated young teaching assistant that he didn't look like a moron simply because he had whiskers painted on his face and was wearing eyeshadow. I used the sage wisdom of the Gilmore Girls to convince him that he could turn the situation to his advantage. We then made love to the breaka breaka dawn on a beautiful fall amber morning.
Today I went to the anatomy museum. It's on the 14th floor of the Charles Tuppper building and if you like severed heads and preserved vas deferen (and who doesn't) it's a sight not to be missed. It's nice to know that amidst all these uprooted trees, you can still see body parts in jars for free.
