because ryan is complicated enough...

first up, i'm not usually one to spread links to dumb internet things (okay, yeah, i guess...) but uh, this shit is kind of funny. the advertising slogan generator. type your name into it. i got the title of today's entry.



just got home from the bar. pretty chill night. the band cancelled, so it was a good thing i'd just spent 3 days downloading neptunes songs. i made a little 'best of the neptunes' mp3 cd and brought it to work. have you ever listening to nothing but neptunes music for 5 hours straight? no, you haven't. now, i have, and i have to say, i'm a changed person. well, not really, but whatever. most of their shit sounds exactly the same, it's uncanny. i still love it though, what can you do? i don't mind when there's barely anybody in the bar, if i'm sipping a little bit of st. ambroise oatmeal stout in a coffee cup and listening to kelis.



didn't make much money tonight, but whatever.

i ran into an old friend tonight (which tends to happen often when you move back to your hometown after ten years and get a job in a bar, nothing strange there). everybody say hi to kristin sweetland. we went to elementary school together, and high school too. haven't seen her in years.

hello to my friend elise. thanks for the book, and the card. very thoughtful of you.

sometimes it's weird when you randomly see people you know on television. yesterday i was flipping channels and there's this girl emily, who i used to go to school with at harris institute, and she's on one of those stupid dating shows. she's getting a breast assessment and going out with some idiot wanker from england who was a total asshole, completely rude and insulting. emily, you're way cooler than that ponce, and you should have no problem doing a thousand times better than his limey ass.



oh yeah, the bar i work at has a website up now. peep it.

okay, now i must sleep...

ryan