Lack of thought. - 2004-04-24 - 2:10 p.m.

Strange days.

I can't wait to get out of this place again. There's the NIX 2004 tattoo convention where my piercer will be able to re-pierce my nipples in Toronto. BMEfest spells out sex. Read. S. E. X.

I'm kind of stressed out and having a hard time with this one thing. There will be nearly a thousand people at BMEfest I believe, a lot of them are coming from Europe and Australia and America and have no place to stay. So this guy I know started a forum called "Can I crash on your couch?" where people can offer rides/a place to stay and other people ask for rides/a place to stay.

As soon as it started up I offered a million people my place in Mississauga. They all were very happy and grateful and shit, and a good time was going to be had by all. Then this one guy decided to recruit people to stay in a hotel room with him for 10 bucks a night. It costs 10 bucks to go take the train to my house and back from Toronto. Hotel is closer. They're stealing people from me. I'll be lucky if I can have like three people over.

Very frustrating considering everyone is bailing out on me. There's this weird guy from France who still wants to go though I think. He's bringing his bicycle all the way from France to Toronto for some reason.

It's very hard to be interesting when you can't put your feelings into words.

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