La musique: plea from a cat named virtue- the weakerthans

So I'm up at 10, (but since 7:30) after an evening of blackjack, beer, fireworks and flashlights in Winsloe. It's likely all the caffeine in the beer I drank (Molson KICK, for drunks who can't go 10 minutes without a pepsi). In any case, I have a nice scrape on my knee from falling in Gabrielle's driveway in my underwear and I have the words "DRUG" and "FREE" written on my knuckles.

FUCK.

I appear to be headed to the city of Frederiction for the weekend to visit my good friend Dan. I haven't been there in a bit and have a terrible grudge to settle with that city. Alas, it appears convienently that the weakerthans are appearing at the cellar @ UNB, so that should be fun.
Anyways, I'm out like hammer pants.
Have a good weekend everybody.

La musique: the widow- the mars volta

So I haven't posted in a while, and I have no excuse, because I'm unemployed and sleeping in till 2 everyday. Yesterday I had a medical exam for the second tier in the Air Canada hiring process, so let's all cross our fingers for your humble narrator.
Alas, not only do I need the cash, but my laziness has increased exponentially. Here are some signs you're too lazy/unemployed:

- Doing the dishes is a 2-3 day process.
- Shirts are optional daily attire.
- You go a full 36 hours without leaving your appartment, and when you do leave, it's for smokes.
-Making a ten minute walk to drop off a resume is procrastinated as long as possible.
- You make blog posts about how lazy you are instead of doing something constructive.

I did manage to add links too. Comments are being worked on, but you know, I'll get around to it.