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Fire In The Hands Between Us
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[May. 8th, 2003|07:05 pm] |
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I missed this journal so its back |
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[Sep. 4th, 2002|01:13 am] |
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I am going to the galla for egoyans new film. the main decision is what is to be worn. tommorow nights decision is westwood, versace, prada or gucci.....possibly all of them. I think westwood is out because the film is political by natures. gucci or prada???? ah dilema |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2002|04:54 pm] |
I have been working out like a fiend this week. I really want to have the most amazing form by the time I get back to Windsor. I am sorting out all the loose ends before I get back. I have already found a job for when I am there. System Maintenance at a recording studio thats run by a friend of my uncles. I will have to go back down soon to explore the living situation. I am considering get an apt right downtown something nice and high. Something on my own no less. I still have to secure a car before I move as well as some new furniture for the place. but that sort of stuff is temporal. I am just glad to go back.
ps disorono and southern comfort do mix quite well together but they are harder than hell |
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[Sep. 1st, 2002|06:53 pm] |
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well just got back from a lovely trip back from the gym. Nothing like a good arms and chest work out followed by yoga and then a quick swim. I have booked my apt for a spa day this coming saturday. full wax, seaweed wrap, manicure, pedicure, perafin treatment. i need one its been almost 6 months since my last one. anyone care to join??? I have a hair appointment at vidal sassoon on friday and then anastasia, and carly and I are shopping at holt again. does this sound exceedingly gay to anyone else? S'ok a man has to do what a man has to do. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2002|04:36 am] |
ok a friend just sent me this mp3. It is entitled Janes Addiction - Bobhaus. The name was odd but I instantly picked out the Bauhaus riffs. I have an ear for these things. anyways I checked a fansite and what do you know:
The song Bobhaus, commonly played in conjunction with Pigs in Zen is a combination of Bob Dylan's Like A Rolling Stone and Bahaus's Burning From The Inside. |
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| Fuck america and the horse it ran away from |
[Sep. 1st, 2002|04:15 am] |
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wahoo seems like with 18 months left as prime minister that Chrétien has adopted the troudeau pollicy. Mostly the go fuck yourself america we are no mans puppet one. This article illuminated jean standing up to america and questioning their motives in going back into iraq as well as their lack of willingness to support both the ottawa(landmines) and kyoto(emissions) accords. It took him 2 plus terms but he is finally doing something I can openly be proud of. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2002|02:16 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rinocerose - Music kills me | ] |
just went to cirque du soliel with matthew and anastasia. they were going for matthews birthday and it was a bit of an in joke between the three of us. over a year ago, the first time I met the pair prior to the depeche mode concert, i made a comment about the way they were together. it would have been akward were it anyone else but with them they made it graceful and like "cirque du soliel". so it became a running joke. I did over time see them together when they were tired or tipsy and it was less graceful(matthew accidentally choking or lighting anastasias hair on fire). But the joke roles on.
Prior to going out I spoke with edward. matthews friend and also the most attractive man I have ever met. He has the right blend on his french accent so it is obnoxious. It was quite beautiful actually to hear him speak. We spoke and we slipped into french. i held my own for about 20 minutes before edward made a comment about my poor french. to which is responded "Cesseriez-vous svp de cracher sur moi quand vous parlez?" to which edward roared laughing. The kist of it is, can you please stop spitting on me when you talk? Ah the french. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2002|01:59 pm] |
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eepe this is my favorite time of the year. Now that summer days are dwindling I can look through my closet and start putting things away. All of this years sumemr gear goes into storage rubbermaids for next year. So bye bye helmut lang, d & g, viv westwood, versace and alexander mcqueen. All into storage for the winter/fall/spring. Then time to bring out the new winter clothes which is exactly the designers above just their fall/winter collections. mmm well and gucci and prada. I think it's sick that only wear gucci and prada in the fall and winter. ah well thats just me. |
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| Did you think that I was that stupid? |
[Aug. 31st, 2002|12:38 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Janes Addiction - Sex is Violent | ] |
I started talking to someone from my past via e-mail recently. Things were going well and moving along. It was a little forced though. Most of my friends and I can walk back in an click instantly but these circumstances were different.
Anyways after talking to her for a week I find out that she is in deep debt. I can pay it all of in one go. I mean to be honest I do care about her and at one point I did love her. So I am thinking that I can just clear it out. Then things started to strike me the wrong way. We met through lj origionally so I thought it was odd when she wouldnt add me back to her friends list. Of course I had also read her friends list and read her boyfriends posts(someone she denied ever dating). The best was that yesterday I logged in as Bitterbride(my old lj) I reopened my journal and noticed that she still had me on her friends list. well I read away and she was lying she was completely full of shit. Even when asked about it she lied repeatedly.
Here are some e-mails from her that I thought you might all get a laugh out of;
I love you, I really do and I do need you in my life, but if you think otherwise, then I can't change your mind.
I was going to come there with my friend Scott next weekend[editors not:this weekend and she is moving in with her bf this weekend] =( He was going to catch a ride with me to visit friends. I need you...
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I didn't say that did I? So, believe what you want to. I wasn't
telling you that I had hopes to get back together. I wanted to make sure that i could trust you. Well, now you think you can't trust me. I have never lied to you about anything. Alex need to mind her own business, don't you think she 's hurt you enough? It's like the "pot calling the kettle black." |
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| oh what a night |
[Aug. 31st, 2002|12:30 pm] |
last night was amazing. we ate we drank we danced. I think I got 5 numbers. yea me I still have it. It was funny I was dancing with this gorgeous redhead last night and it dawned on me. My life doesnt suck as hard as I keep saying it does. Sure I dont mean anything to anyone, hell who cares. I have everything I could ever want. I have the lifestyle, the clothes, the car, the friends everything. Fuck this depression.
In truth I literally just got home. I spent the night at Karas place. Yes thats right I pulled a one night stand. god thigns couldnt be better. |
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[Aug. 30th, 2002|08:21 pm] |
so as i ready myself for dinner and a night out, i contemplate. I went and saw my grandfather in the hospital today. he is in the psych ward. seamus is coming up tommorow. he called me on his cell and pulled one of his usual tricks. he played some ancient tape of my material. this time i think it was an i-l-l tape of demos.. he plays them just loud enough for me to faintly hear them but it takes me several minutes after the conversation has ended to palce it.
on to money tonight. who wants to play??? |
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[Aug. 30th, 2002|12:19 pm] |
well i just finnished eating lunch. working out while watching will and grace in my room. today is definition so the grunting and such isnt pretty. I am going to go shopping for clubs tonight. I need some new westwood. I seriously have the plan in place for tonight. dinner at the fifth and then dancing and drinking at money. eep i would get beaten if i told people how much i plan on spending tonight. I am thinking that it will be 1k.
anyways off i go |
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[Aug. 30th, 2002|08:47 am] |
I have been listening to this song alot, and i really adore it. I am really beginning to like some of perrys solo work but this song in particular is most excellent.
Let me tell you
You?re at the Jubilee
Or you?re all alone
Because the more, the merrier is how
My friends all tell me so
The birds wake up the grass
And they tell everybody
Say it?s time to grow
The sun, whispers to the birds
Oh, the song yet to be sung
Song yet to be sung
(Song yet to be sung)
Song yet to be sung
You?re at the Jubilee
Or you?re all alone
Because the more, the merrier is how
My friends everybody, they all tell us so
From the heights of Zion
I hear, it?s whispered in your ear
We get to play on, play on, wild designery!
A little bitty song, a song yet to be sung!
Song yet to be sung
(Song yet to be sung)
Song yet to be sung
Song yet to be sung
(Song yet to be sung)
Song yet to be sung |
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[Aug. 29th, 2002|12:34 am] |
also on the same note if anyone knows where I can get a copy of floundering I would appreciate it. John Cusack and Dave Navarro in the same movie....how did I not hear of this before.
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| if anyone knows where I can find a copy of this let me know |
[Aug. 29th, 2002|12:32 am] |
Gift (1993) (V)
Directed by
Perry Farrell
Casey Niccoli
What would you do if you came home and found your wife dead? Do you call the cops? Her parents? That's where the true nightmare begins. A story of love. A man and a woman's final night together.
Credited cast overview:
Eric Avery Weiss .... Himself
Perry Farrell .... Perry
Ice-T .... Himself
David M. Navarro .... Himself
Casey Niccoli .... Casey
Stephen Perkins .... Himself
Runtime: 80
Country: USA
Language: English
Color: Color |
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| halloween 02 |
[Aug. 28th, 2002|09:00 pm] |
i know it is still 2 months off but jay reminded me of our wager. the last two years we have put down money on who has the best costume. well i was playing guitar at the campsite in ohio with me shirt off and just a pair of sparkly jeans. the girl said i looked like "that guy from red hot chilli peppers, you know the mexican." so this year i am going to grow my hair out and go as dave navarro.
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| strange currencies |
[Aug. 28th, 2002|07:10 pm] |
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| | Ash - Shining Light | ] |
well the police were called to take my grandfather to the hospital. His anger is alot like my own and it scares me. the irish temper is a scary thing. well appearently he will be put in an old folks home where they can better deal with him. makes me realise how heavy everything is around me and how i really need to make sure my head is clear. there is no stoicism to dealing with life at this point, it's just sucking everything up and dealing with the cards you are dealt. so no more bitching from me. I will return to school this winter and get my shit together.
roman candles that burn in the night, yeah you are a shining light
dad wants me to sit down with mom and him and talk about school. i know they want to make sure this isnt a knee jerk thing but I know its not. Thats just what I have to face. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 28th, 2002|04:38 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Sneaker Pimps - Sick | ] |
anyone else feel like being in a hi rise apt way up on the 30th floor? Having sex on a black leather couch with only slight illumination from a tv playing a muted run lola run and some street light. all the while the twinkle of the glass and metal furniture twinkels with beauty as sneaker pimps play in the background?
this is my problem i see sex as a partial annecdote to a full evening. |
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| reality likes making cheques |
[Aug. 28th, 2002|02:32 pm] |
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| |  morose | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dave Navaro - Avoiding the Angels | ] |
so I am packign my gear up and literally ready to head for the the airport. wham all of a sudden my kid sister melissa is sobbing on my shoulder. her boyfriend dumped her and it's over. what a huge surprise. the kid was a prick and i hated him but thats just me.
so while i am pondering how terrible it is to live my privledged existance reallity is crushing her. wow well i am here and my head is straight. melissa said something that made me feel like an asshole. she asked me if i had any coke in a way that made me know i couldnt play dumb. appearently she has know about my addiction for some time. its sick to feel this useless. |
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[Aug. 28th, 2002|01:59 pm] |
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i have the urge to grab my passport and fly to the first country i find an available flight for. i could always spend a week doing heroin at the tehran days inn. I'm not happy, and this little time off thing has proved it. This is not what I want from the rest of my life but the worste part is I realise that I work and strive for money to satiate myself. I am bitterly alone and in a sick way I enjoy it. It's just that I am unhappy with my life. I am not sure what it will take to figure it out but well I'll find out somehow |
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