Andrew called me today and I vehemently insisted I would call him back. But, I didn't and now its midnightPST, which is 3amEST. Ugh. I feel terrible. I have a bad habit of this. Its not that I forget, its just that it gets to be later than I thought, then throw in interesting time differences.... ugh.

Teenage Fanclub released a greatest hits CD. I've been listening to a lot of TF and Suede and Gene lately. Seth also left David Bowie Young Americans in my CD player. I listen to my britpop just as loud as I listen to my noise. When you examine parts of my personality individually, its relatively general and predicable - when you examine them all at once, its pretty terrifying and offensive.

Several times a day I think "well, I've certainly learned my lesson." Its never true though.

#whiteboard - Everyone just says things that are mental. Unfurl is funny and makes me giggle, seth is just all 'omg, hi, my name is seth, I am mental, gangsta rap, etc etc, other stuff that doesn't make sense, non-sequitors, etc etc.' Its like he's a speed freak hopped up on valium. Also, eric is 'idb'. And that's the report for today.

This is my sewing machine. Its better than crack. I can sew button holes and attatch buttons. Seriously - I did it last night. My sewing machine is so awesome. Just wait until you start receiving hand crafted... ummm... things from me. God, I love the sewing machine. This is the best purchase since my acrylic chairs. I stare at them both lovingly. At this moment in time... sewing machine > computer.

This is the pattern I got to make. I got a green dragon satin, its pretty. LIKE ME!

Today was a really exhausting day. Not in the good way. God. Ugh. Having a hard time making coherent sentences. I got my sewing machine today. I am too tired to play with it, however. Hopefully tomorrow after work I can go get some fabric and thread and start making cool stuff.

I found this picture of Olly dressed as the Next Canadian Dracula. I like it a lot. It makes me happy.

I'm going to be in Atlanta October 9-14. Email me if you want to see me. I don't have any plans other than seeing my friends and my dog and my mom. Also, a lot of shopping is likely. Right. I must sleep.

again.

Song of the day: Jawbox - Spitbite.

The Clermont has been sold. Hopefully it won't change, but that's a completely unrealistic hope in my favourite city. GG Allin wrote a song about it, I've been denied entrance to it only once - I wasn't old enough. I've gone there on Valentine's day. I've seen friends be pummeled by huge breasts there, as well as kissed boys there.

Whenever I knew I'd be going to the Clermont, I thought "oh! Don't forget to wear tights!" I once went and upon sitting down and feeling the cold vinyl seat hit my naked thigh I immediately felt dirty.

I remember my first time there, but more vividly I remember the first time it was decided I would go there. A Clermonter's eyes will light up if you inquire about it and say you've never been. People love to take other people to the Clermont. Its some sort of southern urban ritual. You've never been? Oh... you just have to go to the Clermont. I think I was lured there with the promise of hot rab. Which is silly because how could I oogle boys when there were naked women assualting my friends with their... ahem - parts.

I would describe it like this to people who had never been, "Imagine posters of corvettes on the wall, mismatched frames, unlevel floor, low ceiling, wood paneling on the walls - its the feeling of being inside a double wide trailer, when in fact you're in a circa 1920s historic building. Then the added spectacle of incredibly trashy women, dancing topless to music from a jukebox, because there was neither room nor money for a DJ. I can't describe Blondie. You'll have to find that out on your own."

A missive to our mtelevision friends.