To all my homies...

(I was given the opportunity to design my own pumpkin one afternoon during lunch. Thanks for the orange pieces of paper RRCSA!)

ps. someone lost their pants at the 'zombie walk' last sunday. I'm keeping these safe until they're reuninited with their owner. hahah jk. no.

Where's his gear?

I have a really big crush on Tim (aka DJ Co-Op), and I'm really really :(:(:( that someone stole his DJ equipment. Help him out, go to his benefit, and make me :):):)

Friday, October 9 - 3rd Floor above Ragpickers

See you there!

Sunday Night Parties.

So, as the story goes, I had to leave my apartment at 3:30am with Boris, my dirty laundry, and work bag in my pyjamas, while roughly 40 people in the hallway/outside looked on. I'm sure you can imagine how I felt. I threw my shit/dog in the car and booked off to my mom's to sleep for the rest of the night.

This was left for Niki - my neighbour.


I like parties. I like parties with DJ Hunnicutt. I like my friends. I don't like them when they're next door to me, I haven't been invited, or given a heads up, and I'm fucking tired.

The Girl Next Door.

It's 2:30am, and the girl next door to me is having an insanely loud party. It's Sunday night, and there is a DJ, who is playing terrible music. She's got the window above the door open, so music is floooooooding into the hallway, and it smells like drugs/cigarettes. Why? Why? Why?