doctorskinny

Today was Kingston day! Let me regale you with a point form story about Canada's former capital:

As hot as I look in women's pants, this high waisted shit just doesn't work for me. Really hot though. Hot. I could be in HIM if they were low waisted.

Comic book store regulars are weird. I listened to them use Star Wars as a metaphor for life. Then I brought 1602 to the counter and they scurried away like anti-social rats. I didn't know there were people more socially awkward than me. IT MAKES ME FEEL POWERFUL, LIKE RICARDO MONTELBON.

I can still get called a freak by teenage girls. Yay!

I can still make teenage girls blush. Yay!!

Magazine aisles are depressing. The only magazine that consistently has a cover design that I like is Details, and that's only because it's simple. Everything else was WACKY COLOURS 2004 and it made me hate having wasted a year and a half on graphic design. Screw graphic design. Screw graphic design in its lame, selling useless junk to people ass.

Puppies are fuckin' cute.

The army surplus store sells anti-Bush t-shirts.

I'm gonna go fully geek out now and listen to Shatner's CD, read 1602 and leave Star Trek on mute.