Ouh fuckin' yeah

I know... you're gonna want me. But when you want me, it might be a different story.

Waking up at 7 PM is hard for the system. I ate quiche. What the fuck did you want me to do ? Tea, and dring, a phone call from Miss Nurse. Since I'm looking for a potential roommate, she wanted to introduce me to Miss UK, her friend who just came back from... a year in the UK. So they came over for a beer.

Miss UK was kinda OK, kick boxin' her way through life, fag haggin' the best she could. She didn't want me to take a picture of her but I still did. She gave me her email (and a boner) on her way out, but I don't expect much of her since she went bananas over the pictures she saw of Mr. Finances. I'll be Cupidon for once, and try to hook them up over the next week-end, where the shit will seemingly hit the fuckin' fan. Too many parties coming up to stay alive.

So they left, and Miss Nurse & me headed for Blizzards. Miss Mexx told me she'd be there but LOADS of friends were there as well - all the asian people I know, as well as a few other fine souls & a school buddy. Jordan Dare was the shit, mixing NY Lipps with Tiga's "You're Gonna Want Me", putting on Kiko's "Come on up" and even Hell's remix of the Pet Shop Boy's "Flamboyant".

I eventually got tired of dancing in a sweaty sauna filled with cigarette smoke and assholes not dancing but standing there on the dancefloor, and we left for Club Sandwich, where I ate everybody's remainings on top of my greasy poutine because I seemingly was the only one hungry enough.

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So on Sunday morning, I woke up with dust in my brain and phoned Miss Singer. Told ya you'd hear about her soon enough. She was still willing to go to Piknic, so I picked her up, we picked some Sapporo cans up, and headed for the wild.

When we got there the place was litterally empty, and I ran into a hairdresser I know. He had been to Stereo the night before, didn't sleep, and went to Stereobar for the after party. He told me his friends & him arrived at the Calder site at 12h30, they had read the paper and seen the place slowly fill up.

I went near the romantic lake with Miss Singer and we started talking, and she was really fuckin' gorgeous. At one point I started kissing her and just couldn't stop. We went back to the "dancefloor" about one hour later, and the place was still almost empty. I danced a bit, and then took another walk with the girl. We went kissing and fondling in the shadow of the Canada pavillon.

After a while I wanted to dance, so we went back to hear Pheek's set, which was pretty good. The Vincent Gallo look-alike told me that Mir was the dope. We heard the beginning of his set - hot stuff - and then watched a little 4 years old girl attemp to breakdance on "I Need a Freak".

I was hungry so we left the place around 7:30. First time in my life I'm not waiting for the event to end !! We went to eat at Pita Pitt, on St-Denis, and on our way there saw Roxanne's afro wearing brother. At the last pool party I went to, he litterally destroyed the pinata, smashing it mercilessly and repeatedly until it was blown to bits.