My Birthday so Far or Why I'm Happy to be Twenty Three
woke up free of angst for the first time since last summer.
checked my email: inbox 1738
new text message from Eva in Ghana
put on Nina Simone, In the Morning
thirty eight new Facebook messages
breakfast: Roti Canai, onions and two eggs
watched some of a western on TV, the "Indians" were white guys with dark stuff on their faces
played the piano
cleaned the cat litter, fed Atilla
did a load of dark laundry in the bathtub, colour saving detergent
mom called to say the reservations is for six thirty at GUU, my favourite
put on my grandpa's wool shirt and walked through Victoria park
Bonnie Prince Billy, Ease Down the Road on the headphones for the first time since Will Oldham assaulted me
got Abra a Latte at Abruzzo and hung out at Magpie Magazine Gallery
complained to her about Ricepaper being hidden from view
she let me have the new Giant Robot and a Waxpoetics FOR FREE
at the people's Co Op bookstore I noticed a gorgeous magazine amidst all the anarchist zines
"holy shit," the new Ryerson Review of Journalism
two lesbian bike punks making out on the corner, I think I went to highschool with her
sat in Victoria park reading the Ryerson Review of Journalism, the sun finally came out
watched the old men play Bocci
two mexican kids smoked weed on the bench nearby
went home, put on Professor Longhair
wrote blog entry
