I've got nothing to say...

...but I haven't posted at all in May and May is my favourite month and now it's almost over.

I want to know why people keeping going away. Is this a sign that perhaps Toronto isn't the city for me? Maybe I should get the fuck out too. God knows this city makes me unhappy.

So a couple of weeks ago I made the mistake of driving down to the paramount theatre to watch a movie on a saturday night. At 10.30pm. Of course, as soon as I turned on Richmond, I got pulled over at the R.I.D.E. program for having a headlight out. And because it's a "no tolerance" zone he gave me a ticket anyway (how was I supposed to know?). Do the police in this city have nothing better to do? So now, I have to take time off work to make an appointment for a court date which is going to take 6 months to be scheduled. Then in 6 months I'll take more time off work just so I can go down there and show them a reciept for having had the headlight fixed within 15 days. Just so you know, I take a day off work and I don't get paid. Anyway, we were, at this point, 5 minutes late for the movie but decided to go anyway. Not having driven down to the paramount in years I decided to park at the paramount because I remember it not being too expensive. As I drive in I look at the price: $25 dollars. Are they on crack??? I turned around and got the hell out. No movie for us that night.

It's too bad...I don't often go to the movies...but when I do, it sure as hell won't be at the paramount.

There's hope...

Strangers with Candy is one step closer to release.



It hits theatres June 28.

Staggettes, sadness and early morning returns

So my friend Anna is getting married. She's shagged...*erm*...snagged herself an Australian which means she'll be moving back to the backwards country at the end of May. She's in town to ship the last of her things that represent her time in Toronto back to her parent's place in Calgary. I'm really happy she's here but it's also filled me with sadness because when she goes I won't see her again for a very long time.

Losing one best friend to more exotic places is hard enough...two in a week is madness!

Anyway, last night we had a get together for her with lots of champagne and cigarettes and I am never smoking again. I've said that before, I know, I know...but I think I've been turned off again. And it's a good thing because I'm on a slippery slope and I can feel the addiction trying to take hold again. Bad, bad, cigarettes.....how I love you.