Thursday, November 03, 2005

As I leaned over to Brittany to secure my place in the history of awesome with a Wildeian comment on the horrendous Battle of the Bands Taking place in front of us, the quip "Never trust a band that relies this much on hearing us say 'woah' and 'yeah'" barely escaped my thoroughly carmexed lips before I was struck with a feeling of Deja vu.

But more than that. Struck with a feeling i'd clearly dreampt this exact innane moment months before. Stareing at the large indo-giant drummer and tiny tiny lead singer in the smurf hat, saying such a pointless phrase.

That's when i realized I'd clearly predicted my own death in a dream.

I wont see you all tomorrow. Warren gets my Gator head, Kellen gets my towels. The rest is up for grabs.

In an unrelated note: Remember Boglins?
I give a temporary armistice to using the word "dope" if you are using it to describe Boglins or the practice of Boglinning therein.

In perhaps a related note: I've decided to take "drinking for no reason at all" out of my repetoire. You've finally won out anonymous "Cam, you drink to much" flamer. Now if only "fuck me Cam" flamer could win as well.

Pleasance

CAM

4 Comments:

Blogger Dock Currie said...

Shotty polywhirl suit.

. . .and the corpse.

3:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cameron, can we get a loft and make love all day long? During intermission, we can watch Star Trek (but only the Next Generation, Voyager only if you dig that stuff) and we can play Nintendo (you know, Contra, Double Dragon). Please?

1:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can we videotape (note the term is 'videotape' and not 'film) us doing it in our Halloween costumes? Please and thank-you.

3:23 AM  
Blogger Stu Popp said...

I must say Cam, your internet stalker is quite polite what with all the please and thankyous.

2:28 AM  

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