so i've moved to toronto. 4 days and counting.

it's been pretty rad thus far. the weekend was golden. but in order to continue the lifestyle of general debauchery, i'll have to find myself a job.

any help in this matter would be much appreciated.

new friends welcome as well.

I'm hosting a neutral milk hotel listening party tomorrow night.

you're invited.


also - i'm moving to toronto in two weeks. college and bathurst-ish. see ya'll there!

so i wrote an sg article/review of the burlesque show for the school newspaper, thats now available online:


check it here.

i stole some fucking sweet bowling shoes tonight.




in other news, i have an extra sg burlesque ticket now that im on the motherfo guestlist! inquire within.

so my girlfriend came over late last night, pulled up her shirt and bra, and showed me her two newly pierced nipples. i mean, the nipples had been there all along (since i've known her, at least), but now they had metal rods through them.


i thought that was very cool.

rumour has it, though, dariosaurus actually witnessed the hole punching process. i'm jealous. so the next time you land a steady girlfriend, i'm taking her to get her clitoral hood pierced. because you owe me one.

so i have a job interview on monday with Labatt for a "real job".

i could be giving away beer as a career. bizarre.


IN OTHER NEWS:

last week, my roommates and i threw a party unlike any other. it was my roommate Geoff's birthday, and he wanted to see people in their underwear on his birthday. so, there was only one real option... the tightie whitie nightie:



claudia as exhibitionist/voyeur combo


we oughta have some kind of american eagle sponsorship deal


ladies in undies!


chicks dig birthday boys in helmets. it's a fact.


don't mess.


tightie whitie keg standie!


no entrance without underwear. not even you, dog.

so it's taken me two or so months, but i've finally discovered how to read all of my friend's journals using this revamped sg structure.

i'm a little slow on the uptake.

so i watched this movie last night, called the cabin movie, a canadian indie that i rented in that special section of blockbuster for the faux-cultural elite.

anyhow - at its most superficial, the movie is about a pre-planned weekend orgy involving a bunch of square-ish couples in their late 20's or early 30's. they're lacking spice in their relationship (and lives) and think that a weird weekend full of swinging and swapping and sex-charades (all caught on tape) is the cure.

they are very wrong

relationships fall apart. insecurities get exposed. people get lost in the pitch-black woods in their underwear and are unable to masturbate to climax.

a pretty good film, all around.

ps - does anyone know how to pull up that page of 'friends updated blogs' with this new format? help would be greatly appreciated.

so i start work tomorrow...

it's weird thinking that i've wasted away the first month of summer by doing virtually nothing. oh, how time flies.

starting tomorrow, however, i'm "the beer guy". doing promotions for beer companies is both fun & draining. being everyone's best friend for 40 hours/week isnt as easy as it sounds. but nonetheless -

over the next three months, i have to accomplish the following:

1. spend roughly $6500 buying people beer in pubs, restaurants, and bars across the nation's capital

2. make the day of 1300 random strangers as i pop in to their residence unexpectedly to deliver a six pack and stop for a photo opp.

3. conduct numerous training sessions with bar/restaurant staff by telling them how absolutely fabulous the new line of premium beer is, and what propaganda to deliver to their patrons when they ask 'what do you recommend?'

drink up, boys and girls. and give my bosses a reason to deliver the ol' fashioned "pat on the back".


it could be worse. i could be the "coca-cola guy". oh, how i don't miss last summer.

so i fucking MISSED the sg gala.

how balls is that? worst part is, i was actually in toronto the day before and morning of gala, but i still couldn't pull it together.

1 - job training had brought me TO toronto, but was also dictating when i left the city... unless i wanted to pay for my way back, which certainly wasnt an option at this point in my financial life.

2 - claud couldnt come after all - family friend funeral in ottawa, family up visiting all weekend as a result.

3 - best friend's going away party in ottawa. can't miss it.

i hope everyone had a blast. i was actually really looking forward to it.

balls.