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[22 Jul 2003|10:18pm]
If you see a man, about 6'2, 195 pounds, slouching around Edmonton with a hand shoved in a bulky pocket, introduce yourself. And stick out your left hand for him to shake.

Trust me folks, it's worth it.
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heh. [20 May 2003|08:10am]
Price of tickets: undisclosed amount because that would just be rude
Time zones: 9
Two weeks of vacation: excessive wheedling
Look on Boyd's face when he finds out about our impromptu trip to an undisclosed location (*snort*) in Europe?
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Kick me. [20 Apr 2003|06:54pm]
Bought a pack of cigarettes this morning and have already gone through the whole thing. Fuck. Last time I started chain smoking again was when... well... retirementa nd all that. First and last this time, I swear. Please hold me to that.

Boyd's back. Good to see him. Hearing is quite another thing. He doesn't seem to understand the meaning of 'I'm fine now leave me alone' and fucking PRESSES...

Um... thanks, by the way.

And on one last note, it's a bit weird seeing your brother with your ex. But they seem happy. Sound really happy too. *snort*

I need more coffee. Trade one drug for another, I guess.
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Fuck. [10 Apr 2003|08:11am]
Just fuck.
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Steve... [07 Apr 2003|04:47pm]
We have to talk. I'm an idiot. *sigh*

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[07 Apr 2003|04:45pm]
*sigh* Fuck. Mike, it's not what you think... I just... Thing and he was there and I really really didn't mean it like that. And why the fuck do you care so much anyways?

Shit. I really fucked up this time, didn't I?
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*grumblemutterfuckingsnarl* [01 Apr 2003|08:04pm]
You know, I wouldn't mind ALL my furniture from my room in the backyard.


Excuse me. I have a brother to kill.
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I am. In love. [30 Mar 2003|05:06pm]
Steve? I'm sorry, but I have just fallen in love.

Cathy's still at the hospital, but I came home to change and get stuff. She's still fawning over the little goober, not that I can blame her. The girl is the most adorable thing I have EVER seen.
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Eh... [22 Mar 2003|10:04am]
Fuck you, Ralph Klein. You definitely don't represent all Albertans.

Mm. Homestand. I love homestands. *grin*
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Boyd? [04 Mar 2003|07:59am]
*sigh* don't expect to hear this often. In fact, consider this good for oh.... a few years. But...

You were right. *smile*

Okay. Done now. It's cold and Steve's warm and so I am off.
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*shakes head* [28 Feb 2003|04:44pm]
I'm fucking insane. Mike, go away. You're rubbing off on me.


Right, because I'm a fucking idiot.

You, pipsqueak. Yeah, you, Thumbelina. One word, and life as you know it is over. Or life in general. Not even a breath.

Off to be an idiot by myself now.
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Hmm... [27 Feb 2003|09:15pm]
Steve, I do believe you were getting a bit fresh with brother dearest during your goal. Or was that him getting fresh with you?

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Attention: [24 Feb 2003|04:19pm]
The hunt is on. Mike Comrie must die. Slow and painful methods are preferable. You will have my lifelong support and love and debt.

Thank you.

Steve... methinks we have to relocate to your couch for the future.
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*yawns* [16 Feb 2003|10:08am]
Up waaaay too early this morning. *sigh* The things I do...

Off to uh.... be able to spend family day with family. Yep. Family. *coughs* Sorry Cathy, I love you and all, but Roxanne hates me and Ty and Eric... I don't want to get dad pissy at me by killing his stepsons. Maybe it's better this way. :) Tell me all about it *grin*

Mike? I owe you big time. *smiles* Thanks, kid.

*checks clock* Well, this should be fun. Let's see if we can get to Nisku from the north end in oh... shit. One hour. *crosses fingers* Here's to good traffic. HelLO Calgary Trail.
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*shakes head* [07 Feb 2003|11:17pm]
What the fuck am I doing?

Why the hell am I nervous?

Fuck it. Might as well go with this.
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*shakes head* [27 Jan 2003|03:25pm]
[ mood | cold ]

I fucking wish I was playing hockey. To hell with actual jobs... *stretches* too much work. And you have to be polite to everyone...

Note to self: Self, when lazy-ass brother's thumb decides to fix itself, make HIM shovel the fucking driveway for a month. *grumble*... Knowing my luck it'll probably all be melted again by then.

Boyd? Whatever you did to make the showering stop, THANK YOU.

All-Star break. Considering doing something, considering what's going to be going on in this house... *rolls eyes* but I dunno. Whatever.

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