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Hello,

Today's number is four.

(Remember this one?! What a great tune!)
 

Sweet mother of fuck, yes.

A great bass line, and an ever greater chorus.

'80s, straight up.

   

As you know, I love sandwiches and take great pride in their construction.

Here is a very brief snippet of a conversation I had with someone earlier about sandwiches:

--

*Amanda* says:
 that would have to be one magical sandwich, to make a pwerson happy with life

Pelvis says:
 Its true
 As odd as it is
 I love to make sandwiches, and they make me happy
 Because they are so delicious




I like to pretend.

Ok, this is going to be quick.

I have lived in this apartment for almost two years. In those two years I have been awfully loud here and there. But tonight is the first night that I have ever had someone (the landlord) knock at my door in the middle of the night to tell me to turn it down. And not in a friendly way, either. Perhaps the bubble has burst, perhaps my luck has ran out.

If that should be the case, I am comforted to know that I went out with a fuck of a bang.

Because you know what song was cranked as shit when they knocked at my door?

David Bowie - Fame.

Fuckin' rights.

(I wonder who the fuck complained to the landlord? Like, really, come on. A guy can't have a little fun anymore? A couple nights a week from work, he wants to listen to a little music, and this is the shit? Kiss my ass. Good riddance.

Now that I think of it. There is this sick, idiot that lives in the apartment beneath me. There was an incident before that I wasn't terribly impressed with and there has been an un-seen feud since. This may have been his first strike.)


    

Quickly,

I am so fucking in love with this song right now. I don't expect you to agree, but I had to share, anyhow.

Empire Of The Sun - We Are The People (Burns Remix)

   

Also in love with the voice of La Roux. Feel free to "Roux" me, anytime.

Haha! That made me laugh.

The neighbours have sparked up the barbeque on their balcony and I can smell it from inside my apartment. The smell is absolutely delicious. From what I can gather, there are some hamburgers cooking on that there barbeque, and I am terribly jealous.

Right now I am scheming some sort of contraption that would open their barbeque and steal a couple patties. Unfortunately, my mind is a little wiped and all I can come up with is an oversized pair of tweezers.

Oh, well.

Right now, I am listening to Duran Duran's, "Hungry Like The Wolf". I am wearing no shirt or pants, only a finely crafted pair of gitch. So fucking hot. Meanwhile, I am eating a homemade spicy rice concoction. It is delightful. And the song is so good that I don't know quite what to do with myself.

Sounds like I have the right to get up and dance.

Fuckin' rights!

(And can I please slow-dance with someone to Mr. Mister's, "Broken Wings"?)

"So take these broken wings and learn to fly again, learn to live so free. When we hear the voices sing, the book of love will open up and let us in."

I went out for Canada Day tonight. Here is what happened:

- First, I woke up at 5:30pm, had a shower, cleaned myself up. As you would expect, I called my only two friends here in Winnipeg (whose numbers' I know), and would you know it, neither of them answered the phone. Which means, of course, that I have absolutely no friends. (No surprise there.)

After realising I had no friends (and upon the recommendation of a great acquaintance), I caught the bus that took me down to the Osborne Street Festival. I had no idea such a Festival existed and upon my arrival I was delightfully surprised! I walked from Confusion Corner to River Ave. and as I walked past multiple generic rock bands, I realised that the electronic/dance show at The Academy was the place to be. 

Let me tell you, it was fucking awesome. Like, totally reminded me of Prague, which is straight the fuck up my alley. People outside, drinkin', dancin', fuckin' around. And best of all, talkin' about people. Needless to say, I fit right the fuck in.. I totally danced the night away and received plenty of friendly smiles.

Eventually, the party was moved inside of The Academy. No problem there. The dance tunes never quit and I never stopped. In fact, I was feeling so good that I went and danced with some girl that I ended up telling was a great dancer. It's true, she was, I wasn't going to lie. I never had any goals beyond dancing, so telling her she was great and a lot of fun to dance with was more than enough for me. Good times.

After this, I went down to the Toad In The Hole. It is always a good time there and I have never run into any problems there - until tonight. Near the end, I asked this group of people a question, a harmless, everyday-kind-of question, and they were all about to answer it until some prick, their friend apparently, came along and rudely told me to fuck off. Like, honestly, completely embarassed and humiliated me infront of these people until I walked away with my head down.

Now, it wasn't that I was so embarassed, but rather that I had to contain myself as much as to not club the guy in the fucking face. I have not been a fighter in many years, but anyone who knows me well knows that I have it in me. And tonight was the night where my patience was tested so much that I was seriously considering it.

I don't think anyone knows how much I had to contain myself tonight. I tend to be, perhaps, detrimentally proud and tonight my pride was challenged. Instead of resorting to violence, I walked away, held my head down, and went on with life.

In the end I feel that I should have dished out Sweet Chin Music but, really, I had to swallow my pride. A realization, which, I think, is a huge step for me.

Maybe I am better because of it?

Either way, at the time, my pride was shot. I felt like shit. Until...

I met a group of three people, two girls, one guy, that I somehow ended up talking to. They were all very nice and I felt, in essence, they were what Canada Day was all about. I walked with them to Confusion Corner and split ways, but prior to that, I exchanged numbers and I am continuing to talk to one of them as we speak.

And isn`t that what Canada Day is all about...

Non-egotisitical bullsit. The willingness to make friends, talk, laugh, drink.

I think so.



Happy Canada Day, folks.

(From after Osborne to McGillivray, I walked with someone who said he was going to kill the main guy of both the Indian Posse and Manitoba Warriors for, allegedly, raping his sister.

If it's true, all the power to you, brother.)


<Queue Prince's "Kiss".>


*** I just remembered that at one point, I walked up to a cop car that was sitting, flashing it's lights for no reason other than to look intimidating. When I approached, the cop in the passenger seat rolled down his window to see what was up. I began asking questions. It ended up being that I had asked too many valid questions that the cop simply could not answer. Upon this discovery, the cop decided to roll up his window in my face as I was asking the next question.

How about that for tax dollars well spent?

Happy Canada Day, brothers and sisters!

 

Good times back then.