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Yogurt for breakfast today

"yogurt"

Wednesday, 11:58 AM, Office

I CAN'T WAIT TO MOVE

In the past few years, the noise in the building where I reside has been pretty... tolerable.  More than tolerable in fact.  C and I were just referencing this the other day.  Well I should have known it was too good to be true.  Last night was a shit show.  CONGRATULATIONS ON FAILING YOUR EXAMS, STUDENTS!

In between stints of (I'm guessing) drinking copious amounts of moonshine and dabbling in some methaqualone, they would descend into the courtyard and talk over one other for 10-15 minutes a time.  I swear to GAH it sounded like a huge pack of morons were standing in my bedroom.  Noise tends to travel through courtyards into open windows.

I woke up (one of the many times) and thought- why is C not raging? 

I peer over to his side of the bed:

NOISE CANCELLING HEADPHONES

Knowing it would be too cruel to peel them off his pretty head and slip onto my own, I lay there helpless.  At one point there was a guy FLIPPING OUT.  Like for reals LOSING HIS SHIT (must be the ludes?):

 "I wanna go home. *INAUDIBLE, INCOHERENT NOISE* Yaaaaaaar" 

Then I HEAR SOMETHING BREAK WITHIN THE BUILDING.  I am now willing the police to come.  Or the superintendent to wake up.   

ANY-thing to stop this fucking racket.

And then I hear it.  The pleasant sounds of radio dispatch and the voice of police people.

The noise is over, and I am finally... falling... asleep.....

and then

Moral of the story?  SEE TITLE

Tell me

What makes you THIS angry??

my famous frock

i love watching random Upworthy videos and spotting one of my own outfits

Steps to making two PERFECT back to back dinners

First night

Step one:  Call these guys

Step two: Order some of this shizzle
 


Step three (important):  Eat some but NOT ALL of the above mentioned shizzle

___________________ GO TO SLEEP____________ 

Next night

Step four:  Buy this stuff

 


Step five:  Create delicious burritos using BOTH the above ingredients AND the leftover Indian Food

Step six: EAT
Result:

We performed the first three steps last night and I am more than excited to continue steps 4 through 6 later on!

Gizoogle

So no one holla'd at you game was gonna be dis way
Yo crazy-ass thangz a joke, you broke, yo' ludd gamez D.O.A.
It aint nuthin but like you always stuck up in second gear
When it aint been yo' day, yo' week, yo' month, or even yo' year yo, but

I be bout ta be there fo' you
(When tha drizzle starts ta pour)
I be bout ta be there fo' you
(Like I've been there before)
I be bout ta be there fo' you
('Cause you there fo' me too)

Yo ass is still up in bed at ten n' work fuckin started at eight
You've burned yo' breakfast, so far thangs is goin pimped out
Yo crazy-ass mutha warned you there'd be minutes like these
But her dope ass didn't rap  when tha ghetto has brought you down ta yo' knees and

I be bout ta be there fo' you
(When tha drizzle starts ta pour)
I be bout ta be there fo' you
(Like I've been there before)
I be bout ta be there fo' you
('Cause you there fo' me too)

No one could eva know me
No one could eva peep me
Seems you tha only one whoz ass knows what tha fuck itz like ta be me
Someone ta grill tha dizzle with, make it all up in all tha rest with
Someone I be bout ta always laugh with
Even at mah worst, I be dopest wit you, Yeah!

It aint nuthin but like you always stuck up in second gear
When it aint been yo' day, yo' week, yo' month, or even yo' year

we did it!

Mike played amazingly.  And I got through a whole two songs without screwing them up!

Corey at the barber

Tonight in Kensington Market

I may or may not be pooping my pants....

Tonight is the night.  First time singing in front of an actual crowd (without about a giant karaoke screen in front of me prompting each and every lyric).

We had a few practice sessions which included Mike's sister (who is singing backup on a few of Mike's own songs) and a great guitar player, Liraz.

Mike is fantastic, so come out to see him.  I'd honestly be "ok" if during my 2 songs you had to go out for a smoke or something.

Seriously.

Finding my voice

My good bud Mike recently moved home after spending some years in the west.
Glad to have him back.  He traveled across Canada playing music in venues along the way back and ended the tour back here in good old Ontari-ario.

Did I mention this was all in a '94 Lumina?   The Lumina served as a means to get to locations like the Yukon and Tofino and also provided him a temporary home.

Seeing Mike up on stage playing is amazing.  Always a huge "music guy" it just seems like the right place for him to be right now.

It also reminded me how much I used to love making music.

Now when I say "making music" I am not referring to those times in the nineties where I was writing amazing pieces of music and lyrics (because that never happened).  I just mean singing, really.  That's right.  Singing other people's songs.  

Mike on the other hand can write like a ..... like a really great songwriter.

Mike stopped by yesterday and brought his guitar.  And we sang together.  And you know what? We sounded pretty darn good.

The first song below is what we hope to "master" by November 14th (at very least) to perform live.




Oh yeah, and I'm not nervous AT ALL.

Mike introduced me to this next beauty.  So lovely. This is the type of song I would not be able to fathom listening to in the morning (most depressing time of day for yours truly).  Walking to work BAWLING? Not a good start, me thinks.

But after 5pm- wow.




Been on this next tune pretty hardcore for a couple years now.
Again, no morning tune-ins permissible.

Yay I finally wrote a bloargggggg

Inspired, I guess?