Petrolia Liquor

Scariest Coast 2 coast Ever

Great, I'm listening to this all alone at abduction hour.

Paradise Liquor

Simon

I'd like to be able to call myself a Gold Panner one day...

When I worked the flea market a couple weeks ago a met a fellow vendor who pans for gold in the spring out at Princeton. He doesn't make money, he makes nuggets. Then it dawned on me. I could be a gold panner. I'd like to pay myself in nuggets and make about 9 nuggets per day. Then under "occupation" I can put "gold panner." I'll become explosively rich and I'll do something obnoxious with my nuggets like melt them into a belt.

I'll wear my melt belt like a feign and hide the sand trapped in my fingernails with nugget enclosed fists. I'll use some of my gold to build a time travel apparatus that needs my melt belt as the keystone for activation.

I've long had a crush on the periodic table of elements, my attraction to the metals forming a romance of sorts. Iron is in my blood and gold is in my heart. It's the only metal in my heart. If I have to dig through grains of sand to find it, then Au revoir. I'll be at the river panning with gold dusted knees and eyes that spate like the klamath.

This horse is HOT

Open Back's back

Drive Thru Beer

...well you should be able to! In Ladner you can!!

Score!

I'm just remembering that one time I died in the snow

I'm just remembering that one time I died in the snow. I'm feeling it again, but feeling the painless part, the death part. The part where I came alive again, the part where it no longer hurt. Dying in the snow was far less painful than I thought it would be. It's like a good memory I have, a milestone. The feeling in my body became numb, and then cool, and then fluttery, and then cool again, like dipping into a pool on a hot day.

DALLAS is SALLAD spelt backwards

Haha!

ONE missed payment and they call every day...

Canada Student Loans is now the proud owner of a Justin Bieber ringtone. Call all you want, student loans! I love this song.

LOL at the Mail

My mailbox is closed. Haha. I haven't retrieved my mail in like 2 months. I'm pretty sure the mailman's given up on trying to shove anything else in there. I think the Americans stopped using mail. And there's like no economy anymore and shit. Haha. Bye mail!

Here's some Nas.



Currently I just send mail in my mind, in the form of telepathic mail.

Wft?. What?

What the fuck are you talking about, Google. 

Wine Hole

I built a storage unit for my wine this afternoon, it chilled perfectly. It's just over the balcony of my resort that backs on to the ski hill. I call it the wine hole.

It's a snow hill that's perfect for snowballs, about -1degree C which is sticky and attracts children. There were kids playing at a snow pile right beside it today, before I built it.

I feel like it's well kept, but part of me hopes a kid will find it and drink it. Like a 12 yr old and his best friend who have their own room who are here with one's parents. Finding a half bottle of wine in a pile of snow would have been a dream come true for me at that age.