three guys just got wrestled to the ground and cuffed by largish police cluster right in front of my building. good times. cny was spent watching american idol. is that sad? i dunno. think i preferred it to the usual stilted conversation and empty platitudes.

as always, have to wait till band's just toured vancouver to start listening to them obsessively. tegan and sara, come back!

i really like philosophy, though more the concept of studying it than the actual studying. when you slough through the middle-century text and finally understand the writer's arguments, there's this second of "oh, that's why..."only metaphysics and ethics tho. logic can go suck my non-existent dick.

it was jig's birthday on the 9th. happy 21th yo, wish i was there so we can go fuck shit up. inadequete as it is, top five reasons why jig kicks ass:

5)best male lesbian ever. even has the boobs to prove it.

4)so secure in his sexuality he wears makeup and touches up in the mens (source: lau. questions re: validity of statement her business)

3) creator of "wah lang si parkway eh lang", due to storm the charts when hell freezes over/said creator stops fussing bout his hair

2) also credited with the tuneful ditty "dadaAngWeWe", repeated ad nauseum, to the point where inspiration for said ditty considered self-disembowelment just so she wouldn't hear it anymore.

1) fabulous sense of humor. quotable classics include: . (ok, it's like 5am at point of writing; i can't even remember my own name. but trust me- jig? funny guy)

5) is responsible for this

one of the best times i had in recent years was a routine saturday night meetup at parkway, a few weeks before i was due to leave. nothing out of the ordinary happened, dinner was followed by cheap ice-cream and more gluttony at east coast lagoon, capped by drinks at Full Moon. it was pretty typical as meetups go, conversation was the same-old same-old, bemoaning the states of our lives, dissing his mom, amongst many others, and just shooting the shit.
behind the seemingly mundane excursion laying the truth of the friendship, that 2 people, so comfortably ensconced in the familarity of one another's lives that sentences need only be half-spoken, that physical tics are unconciously mirrored and adopted by the other.a link of this calibre is rare, always elusive, and the fact that i have more than one makes me so fucking grateful, and that you are part of that makeup even more so, so, yeah, happy 21th, jig jiggy jig.