First, this made me giggle. It's from the 'official' Sloan mailout and if you know me at all [which most/some of you do], you'll get it and laugh too. Or even if you don't... it's still funny:
We hope you've all had a safe and happy new year's. We also hope that you had a Corona(tm) in honor of our own Patrick, as you were counting down to midnight. (Well, all of you old enough to drink, that is. And Sloan does not collectively endorse alcoholism. Um... yeah.)
Ha! See, it's hilarious! Well, sorta. Or maybe only slightly humourous. In any case... I'm still a Sloan geek, through and through. And I wish ammmy could come to Toronto so I could treat her to a Sloan show... cause lord knows I never pay for a Sloan show! That would be just... sacreligious. Or at least silly.
I shall go get a job in the next week. I swear. Ha, right. Where am I gonna work? I've been having this debate for... too many months now. Goddamn. Look at me go! I'm so ambitious. Rrright...
I had a billion in one things to say here... and I forget every one. Well, a lot of them anyway. I feel like such a girl today cause I got my hair cut. How does getting my hair cut make me a girl? Cause I go to a salon to get it done. ooh haute couture! Geek, is more like it. My hair has officially lost its rocker look again... yaaay. It's all about the punk rock hair. Yes indeed. And did I mention I picked out some superduperwicked new glasses today? They fucking KICK everything. Seriously. Orange AND red AND green... all in a shimmering sort of way. mm mm good. So delicious, I wanna eat 'em! That and my bedhead stuff. Me? On crack? Tonite? no... I just spent all night playing TNT trivia at east side's... I'm just a little bit nutty...
I need a sugar daddy to buy me an orange iMac. Anyone up for it? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.
My stupid quote for the night: 'Just tell him you're bored and want to make some multi-angle dvd porn. It can't lose!' Actually, it's kinda funny, come to think of it... but it is now 2:34 am... so that could be part of the humour factor...
'& those three little words
& those glimpses of curves
& the almost unbearable heat' - Ron Hawkins
