Oh, you know.

sunday night frozen fish dinner thirty six hours of work this week to day since closing on friday the boy he said nothing ever really happens but people get drunk in the park and i said well see you soon

don’t want to sound boring

but don’t want to look strange.

there’s this girl i know

and she

walks by black ink.

i’ve been working on a short story collection thing. i cried so much this year. anyways. it’s out soon. if you live anywhere near my, please visit. we’ll share a drink and laugh at people.

today i went to wal mart. i drank a little bit of red wine before going there and continued drinking the red when i was there. i ended up spending 88 dollars there. i think 30 of it was on assorted salty snacks. if you ever go to walmart and you’ve had some red wine, only bring one $20 note with you so you don’t do what i did.

worried about too early or too late. middle aged person concerns at twenty three.

so he finally managed to find our apartment. he wore a fanny pack. i offered him a beer and then he got a little drunk. hours later we stood in my room. i said to him, you’ve got fingers like mine. i hate them. he said he liked his. he asked, do you have the middle toe longer than your big toe? i did. we looked at each others toes through our socks. i told him how if you’re a man, and if your index is longer than your ring, you’re hormonally feminine. he said his friends mistake his sexy choices for the other way. i offered a reese cup. he’d never had one. he said it was sweet and salty. he thanked us, red faced, and left for his apartment down the street.

he didn’t come over last week and i had a different friend over. lauren came home with a big bottle of liquor as my big bottle of liquor ran out. there was wilco and sad confessions. i went outside and walked in a parade. they asked me to leave, but why leave a pack of strangers when all your friends sit inside a pizza place. yelling is better left canned. i took some purple pill and it made the rothko poster in my room fuzzy and i can’t remember what i said for the next few hours.

the same post doc gentleman has promised to come over today. today i would still like to represent the entire country but we already had chats about the provincial election and the liberals are in minority.

usually, where i work, a man comes in a around 4am to buy smoked salmon, bread, capers and toilet paper. this man seemed interesting to me. a week ago he said he ate poutine for the first time. i asked him if he was new to canada. he said yes. i said wow let’s be friends. last night i told him to float around nuit blanche. he said yes that sounds interesting. i said indeed, last year they played this erik satie piece for fourteen hours straight on two pianos. wow he said. that’s incredible (european word choice is subtly different from our local lingo). he stood there after checking out. i looked at him and he said are you going to nuit blanche? and i said yes of course. it was weird for a moment and i said why don’t you hang out with me tomorrow. so now a physics post doc is coming over to my house tonight and i represent the entire fucking country.