I ordered Chinese food tonight. It wasn't as good as I wished it would be. Now all I ever wanted is candy.

In a rut in a rut in a rut

IN A RUT.

oh they done me they done me good.

Bikinis and Breast Implants.

Me and Jasmine(Jasmine and I) went bikini shopping today and then went to lounge by the pool at the Hotel de la Montagne. The fake tits were too many to count. I found out only later that it's where all the high class escorts hang out to shop for special friends. It's the perfect place for it really as it's all out there...shamlessly on display. Boy oh. Is it ever.

Anyway, it was the best and only thing we did all day.

I got a sunburn. Big surprise there.

Picnic

We have a mother bear and her juvenile delinquent kid sneaking into our camp site and stealing all our sandwich bread in the dead of night. I have a feeling they're up to no good.

Happy Birthday Jasmine. I wish I was there to buy you drinks...it's gin and tonics right? Shit! I've been gone too long! Love you.

I don't even like roses.

This guy I know from high school about three years ago came to a L'il(Li'l) Andy show in montreal all the way from ottawa to ask me out...I was kind of seeing this other guy at the time so I turned him down. Anyway I havn't seen or spoken to him in years and just yesterday I got an e-mail from him with an excerpt from an Oscar Wilde story that reminds him of me and that trip he took to Montreal. Here is just a taste.

"...An email from you would be a precious new thing,
something I've never experienced. My mind wanders through the possibilities, the
potential beauty of your prose. I suppose you have very little to say
to me. That's fine, you probably don't...


The Rose and The Nightingale

"...'Look, look!' cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now"; but the
Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass,
with the thorn in her heart.

And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out.

"Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red rose! I
have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I
am sure it has a long Latin name"; and he leaned down and plucked it.

Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor's house with the
rose in his hand.

The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue
silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet.

"You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose,"
cried the Student. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear
it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how
I love you."

But the girl frowned.

"I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and,
besides, the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows
that jewels cost far more than flowers."

"Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful," said the Student
angrily; and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.

"Ungrateful!" said the girl. "I tell you what, you are very rude; and,
after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I don't believe you have even
got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain's nephew has"; and she
got up from her chair and went into the house.

"What I a silly thing Love is," said the Student as he walked away. "It
is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is
always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making
one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical,
and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to
Philosophy and study Metaphysics."

So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began
to read."


Fucking high and mighty asshole. How's that for fucking prose. That was three fucking years ago and i never asked him for anything or led him on in any way. I'm just shocked and insulted to read that this person has been holding a grudge against me and my shallow, ungrateful ways for so long without my knowing about it. Anyway, it doesn't really matter..either way i would have thought he was a bit too...um, off colour.