>quick aside inbetween photo blogs . .
>check out my reviews of Bon Jovi’s and Ryan Cabrera’s latest albums here
enough diplomacy, those soul-less fame-hogs deserve to be told the truth.
avi‘s b-day is coming up, and she fills me in on hilarious updates. we roll our eyes at the follies of the “crazies.”
vicki takes me out for tequila-bookworm-tea and indulges me in rambling through 13 rolls of european photos. she’s gonna be a fucking huge actress one day.
jess msn’s me and insists we go for cafés and catch-ups. i love her juggling-boyfriend joie-de-vivre.
werdna tells me i probably now have the drinking skills to mop the floor with him. is that a promise?
claudia takes me out for starfucks, and i realize how much i missed listening to her sultry voice, even when she’s discussing breast cancer.
i run into alicia in osgoode station, my charismatically lovely partner in crime, and she asks me to be a judge at indie week. seeing as how i’m incredible judgemental, of course i welcome the opportunity.
former roommate/best friend jeannine and i sit down at second cup at 8pm. we say goodnight at 1am. that’s how we talk — 5 hours is never enough. we laugh, we cry, we pay 25 cents for this street guy to tell us raunchy jokes, i show her my tan lines and accidentally flash her my nips. we were meant to be a duo.
i haven’t eaten one complete meal today. european habits die hard.