mike saturday lecky, expert.

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 00:10:59 GMT

AirCanada flight 1170 Vancouver to Toronto Pearson Thu 05-Jul 2007 Leaves:11:50pm Arrives 07:20am

Exactly one month from today I'm outta here for the whole summer, suckers!

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 06:07:59 GMT

i am mike.

i like poop.

i like to eat poop.

watch me eat poop.

go mike go!

wheeee!!!!

love, mike.

Fri, 25 May 2007 16:12:37 GMT

Ok, so Joey sent me these and i was looking for ones that used the lolcat jokes i like, but these were so funny i was literally laughing..

IN CASE YOU AIN'T HERRRRD

Mon, 21 May 2007 04:03:33 GMT

TOMORROW, MONDAY THE AWESOME, 2007.

+ we are going to meet up early enough to avoid breakfast line ups.
+ we are going to bike around, to the woods and so on.
+ if weather goes foul, we are going to do some boardgames or perhaps a star trek film. NOTE: IF THIS HAPPENS TO MAKE UP FOR THE LACK OF SUN MUNCHOS MIX WILL BE PROVIDED.
+ we are going to BBQ, and we are going to drink a beer, possibly several each.
+ if mike has his way we are going to go down to the Cambie, where Granville Island beer is cheap by the pitcher, and we will drink some of this beer, maybe even get fries and onion rings to go with it.
+ also if mike has his way, at least one person will chose to walk back to Main St rather than bus or cab, and if this happens mike promises to tell you some of his best stories, all the hits plus unreleased tracks, and he'll listen to yours and he'll laugh his big, fake sounding laugh that is sort of annoying but endearing, because it is Real, and isn't that what we all want? Really?

(I think it's supposed to be "flava," but ok, we've got flavour, too.)

WHATEVER I HAD AT THE BACK OF MY THROAT FOR 4 DAYS, I JUST WASHED IT AWAY WITH A PEANUT BUTTER CUP.

Thu, 17 May 2007 01:12:41 GMT

Man, I just did two things I haven't done in 4 years:

Listen to this song: Grade - Triumph and Tragedy

And cut my own hair. I miss my dad's basement, I miss wine by the crate, at the Confed Centre of the Arts, out of Subway cups.

She's disappointed when I try, and upset when I don't. Her smell lingers in my sheets, and in my shirts. It teases my memories, from time to time. And from time to time, I cradle desire into slumbering fantasies.

It's easy to start over in the spring.

Sat, 05 May 2007 18:03:59 GMT

I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana, millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour
and twenty five thousand mental institutions.