Mar 25, 2004

hey now, no need for such mama-drama. wednesdays sure suck but thursdays can be a real shitball too.. check out this chick , she is so bummed out! chill out little lady, it's almost the weekend ...who likes pizza???

that's right folks, I figured out HYPERTEXT!!! (well technically nick told me, but hey...)

Mar 24, 2004

They say Wednesday is the toughest day of the week aside from Monday, and Sunday, and Friday if you have a hangover. So I give you the following links to brighten your dull, gray eyes. Get that raincloud out of your head!

Check this guy out: http://www.tylerhayden.com/faces.htm
I used to go to camp with him. Sheesh.

Who's hungry? I'm cookin' tonight! http://www.millionmenu.info/eng/recipes/collection/drecip2970/

This guy is so mad! It must be a Wednesday. Relax guy, it's hump day!http://www.poster.net/diesel-vin/diesel-vin-photo-vin-diesel-6204556.jpg

This guy used to make Wednesdays rock! I miss you buddy.
http://www.helicon7.com/90210/archives/images/ian2.jpg

Remember me?
http://www.asb.nb.ca/images/tylerhayden.jpg

That's all for today, once I figure out how to use hypertext this Wednesday links thing is gonna sizzzle, I solemnly swear.

Mar 20, 2004

Anglican Babies

Catatonic delivery entices fantastic gastro-intestinal hemorrhage.
It just killed lucky Mummy,
now our pretentions quiver.
Resurrect sweet Theresa?
Unified victors won't.
X-Ray.
You Zealots!

The Fraser Collective of Natural Sluts was forged last night out of red wine and creative fervor. Mad props to Jules, Mike and Carrie for their inspirational wordplay and awesome work in the percussion jams.
yeah boyyyeeeeeee!
rookie of the year has made it to the belle province. just got back from the salon, wicked faux hawk in effect, ready to get my freak on at the mcgill formal. had a difficult interaction at the thousand islands casino yesterday.. having been rejected at the door for not bearing a valid drivers license or a firearms license, i dispelled my feverish gambling addiction by placing a poorly advised wager with mr mike holmes in the parking lot. through the duration of my cigarette i bet holmes there would be at least one red car pulling into the lot. suffice it to say it didn't. a double or nothing and a green minivan later i was down forty bucks and a quarter pounder meal. fuck. so we hopped back on the highway and washed away the hard feelings with beef jerky and a rousing round of "spot the hooker". good trip all in all.