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Sunday, May 13th, 2007
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7:33p - Le Bloc.
Duceppe's faux pas is a lot like going into a public restroom with the intention of dumping a massive load, but being interrupted by someone walking in the stall next to you, forcing you to stop midway, and the smudgy mess that ensues, etc.
Oh, and don't tell me I'm the only one who can't go when someone else is in the room. There's dozens of us in this country alone. :-/
current mood: cranky (comment on this)
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7:56p - Back from the woods.
My butt hurts a lot. Probably on account of sitting on it all weekend.
PS: Black flies are surely a godly plague of some kind.
current mood: good (comment on this)
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8:07p - Ariane Moffatt sometimes makes an appearance on my iPod's shuffling.
After deliberation, La Maudite remains my favourite Unibroue brew to this day. It's smooth and velvety, and comes with a strong flavor but barely any bitterness. It also gives makes great head. I only wish it didn't trick me into getting so hopelessly drunk.
Off to the excitement of laundry and dishes I must go, a glorious week is upon us all!
I can really identify with these words from Ariane Moffatt's Imparfait (Le Coeur dans la Tête):Or, que tout est bête, Tout est vain et inutile, Lorsqu'épuisé, fatigué, Le corps n'est plus qu'un autre projectile Propulsé depuis matin, Jusqu'au soir en bus, en train. Je sais qu'un coeur peut s'arrêter pour moins. Melodramatic? Perhaps. But daily commuting really does drain on a person's joie de vivre.
Every day, morning and night, you stand under the pouring rain, waiting for an overcrowded bus driven by a grumpy man, in which you inhale revolting body fragrances, keeping your eyes shut to shield you from the indescribable visual horrors, unaware of the foreign germs silently invading every pore on your body.
Physically trapped within this man-made hell, you daydream about lying naked in bed with your beautiful plastic wife...
current mood: drained (comment on this)
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