Friday, September 16, 2005

Wake and...

...bakes aren't always the sweet morning ritual that they should be. I forgot my best friend' birthday on Sept. 11
How do I rectify this? I dunno. I guess we'll say I buying next time I see ya Jane.

I have this wierd desire to see a photo expose of the backs of yellow vans....

no more Golden in mere hours.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Day of Reckoning

Today is a mighty day. My last day in a quiet white bread, redneck, inbred, chickenshit, piss ant, polluted mountain town called Golden BC. I will not miss it and no noe will miss me. I'm going to be with the women I love and forget this town ever existed. Fuck this place. I love you Claudette.