we consume ourselves in the beloved woman, we consume ourselves in the idea we believe, we burn in the landscape we are moved by
vancouver on saturday with jenny, simoner and skish... i am really, really, really excited to escape calgary for a bit.
no second job means i sit around and smoke weed and accomplish nothing most days. oh well. i hate it i'll get out of it.
bahhh!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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