dear arnold:

this is being written to you while mini-speakers pump out postulating pulses of Spanish Key by our dear friend Miles. From that Davis family. Arnold, I just ate food and now, all these things flow about in my stomach, causing a sensation of really tight cellophane over a dear friend's face.
oh no, not you, arnold. don't get like that.

things in my stomach right now:
1) rice
2) red pepper
3) feta
4) lentils
5) yellow pepper
6) kalamata olives
7) red onion
8) rice chips
9) a gingerbread cookie
10) a small child
11)
12) the Fifth Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of Fat Head.
13) curtains
14) ridiculosity

and now, i will dispense something i found that made me laugh.
see, i've been reading a shitload of travel "blogs" by this guy called Road Junky and he rules (check it out)

and i found this awesome video.
if i was there, do you know how hard i would be on the ground laughing my silly little ass off??
Like do they even know how silly they look?
Just GET OFF and stop acting like you didn't fart, cuz i KNOW it was you, fucker.

this is the awesome awesome video.


just so ridiculous.

so i am getting things together, playing some shows.

This Friday, Jan 16- 9pm- Wunderbar - Whyte Ave and some street ( i feel nauseous)
This Sunday, Jan 18- 9pm- The Varscona Theatre- off Whyte Ave- acoustic set!!

And i am hopefully going to put up some art at Wunderbar, so if you are ever getting drunk there, look up from your sorrow drowning and see my portrait of noses on the wall.
think of me fondly while you polish off that last drop.

have you ever noticed how polished looks so much like Polish? Like the country?
god, sometimes I'm afraid people will think I'm talking about the country, when really i'm just referring to shiny silver.

ok, the toilet is calling me.
Numbers 4-8 on the previous list are ready. to evacuate.

love you as much as periwinkle skirts and lavender berries.

jill pollock fuckeroo