saltonsea

Well i have had an interesting week to say the least.

I met this completely funny guy, who stutters when he gets drunk. It's hilarious to hear him try to speak as he gets more and more intoxicated. And it turns out, he's good freinds with my neighbour steph, and just got into town. I see the begining of a funny friendship.


And I don't know what it is, but i've been getting hit on ALOT since things ended with (insert name). It's an extremely weird experience.
Firstly cause it's been awhile since i've been unattached, and therefore am a little overwhelmed and unsure as how to respond to the attention. Especially to those who are 'overly' forward. Let's just face it...i have no "game".
Secondly, I'm no James Dean. I didn't get hit with the ugly stick or nothing....but you won't find me in GQ either.
Maybe it's cause i'm so good in the sack! That's right...i said it!... But it's probally the accent. I'm frequently told i sound funny. Or is it look funny?....i can't tell, the music is loud.

But i sense strange things are afoot.....


In other news, my new board arrived on the 31st. It's a Rusty Pirahna. I got it specifically for the waves at Tofino. So i'm looking forward to testing it out this summer at the annual Blackadder TofinoFest of Debauchery.
I think i shall ban the presence of cameras this year. I'm tired of being blackmailed. If i accidentally get drunk, and decide that it would be a good idea to run down the beach in the buff.....i should be allowed the right to have no recollection of it the next morning.

Then i got ambushed on the phone by a prospective employer. I was told that i wouldn't hear from them till after the Super Bowl. So what happens? I get a call whilst i'm in the middle of being tattooed yesterday, from a lady that sounds exactly like a tele-marketer, who starts conducting a pre-interveiw on the phone!! ... What the fuck?!
So here i am...completely taken by suprise....with a bad start to the conversation...being tattooed while trying to coherently answer questions...with the sounds of machines in the backround and artists talking about the right way to eat pussy. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I hate being ambushed!

All the rest is just random shit that wouldn't make sense unless you knew everything about my life. Sooo nevermind.

In the end...a good week. It's been quite fun.
A little bit of frustration...but tonight is Mod Night, so all bad times shall be danced away in a blazing mix between footloose and James Bond.
Don't get it it?....i'll explain....
Basically i will dance my arse off, however i so please, (though WAY less affeminite than kevin bacon) and still be the definition of seductively cool.

If any of you folks are in the vancouver neighbourhood...support the cause and come down. It's on Abbott and Pender. You'll know it when you see it.

Fuck i talk too much. Tell me about yourself.....