Maybe instead of wondering What Would Smog Say I should ask myself what Andrew. W. K. would do. Right now I think he would say "I'm not ever going to bed again."

Returning to my apartment after a few days catting around town. I am filthy. Like running-around-Toronto-with-Callum dirty - in a constant state of recovery from all the unhealthy things I have subjected myself to, insane kinky hair, loose pants, looking shit life, but also kind of rocking it.

Brother called: "I'm just making sure you're alive."

I have learned to always take sunglasses with you, even if you are going out at night. Because chances are you will probably end up with your face in the carpet or in strange sheets and you will want them in the morning. Speaking of laying on the carpet ("A carpet is one big couch with no borders"), I found myself laying down in someone's apartment I don't really know, trying to escape the heat. We watched Definitely, Maybe, which you don't recall, but it's that Ryan Reynolds (twoguysagirlandapizzaplace) movie with Amanda Breslin (littlemisssunshine).

Once it was over I said, "Wow, I never thought that in my entire life I would ever see this movie."

Unexpected life moment, even if it was small.


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Oh yeah, probably some of the best lyrics ever:
Things begin.
Things decay.
And you've gotta find a way to be okay.

Why we're put in this mess is anybody's guess
it might a test.
Or it might not be anything to worry about.

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"I don't know if he was really into it. I doubt it. He doesn't really have a backbone." - Oh, Con.