That comment popped into my brain suddenly today, no particular reason.
I have to sleep on the fact that relating to people now is marred by the internet, how much I cannot stand 905 plastic gays and if I should watch Speed Racer high or drunk from cheap wine.
I need something new to hit me.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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905ers make me want to spit. venom. into their eyes. why can't they either a) party on their own turf (it's not like we go to the 905 to bug them ever) or b) move to the 416 and obtain certain cool merits to become actually socially acceptable. you require an indie cred of 46 har har! bouncers should be permitted to say 'I'm sorry but your hipster quotient just isn't up to par for this spot. try piccadilly circus maybe?'
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