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johnstreet: No shipping.

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Giviner'ism in tha house. Wednesday, June 16, 2004. No scary hobo dogs in the tunnel this morning. I was sure that would be a sign of a good day. Thanks to Coffee Crisp and my bulging belly, maybe it still can be. Oh, and Harry Potter. Oh, and my new hair. The Oh God show isn't until next week, like Melissa said. That's good because my wallet does not resemble my belly in any way. Offices are murderously boring. No wonder we're all so fat. Okay, sorry. Trina? Posted by dn at 8:50 AM. A Pound of Shit.

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johnstreet: I Don't Feel Like Posting Either.

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Giviner'ism in tha house. Monday, June 14, 2004. I Don't Feel Like Posting Either. But I will Darcie. I will. I refuse to leave you at work with nothing but flour to coat and protect your sanity. Although if you fry it up. I refuse to leave you to reading those other blogs that are so boring beause they do not direct relate to us all the time. You know what I'm talking about. Like looking through other people's photos, you keep flipping through hoping to see yourself, right? More when something's happened.

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johnstreet: Everybody hates it.

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Giviner'ism in tha house. Thursday, June 17, 2004. And I don't care. I like my new hair colour, even though I really do feel like I'm wearing a wig. Men hate it the most. They just don't understand. Things I've heard so far:. It's just not you". But I liked your old colour". Is this your natural shade? Lemme guess, you're wearing contacts". Ungrateful fuckers. I am clearly a knockout. Posted by dn at 6:21 AM. I think you look smokin' hot. The people you work with are tools. I think it looks super rad.

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johnstreet: June 2004

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Giviner'ism in tha house. Friday, June 18, 2004. Maybe the Bathroom Ceiling's Not Enough. I remember what I dreamt about you last night, Darce. We were on some dark vacation and my dad was there and we were eating these really huge plastic tubes of candy that were like those banana candies but in thick liquid form. We were in a paint store. I said that I didn't think the living room was that important because it's been looking good with all the art up in there. Maybe we should do the hall next? The Rolle...

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johnstreet: Along with a picture of John MacKay...

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Giviner'ism in tha house. Friday, June 18, 2004. Along with a picture of John MacKay. This was also in today's paper:. Lobster thief a double-dipper. A rollerblading bandit who poached a handful of lobsters from the Quinpool Road Atlantic Superstore on Wednesday night may have escaped the long arm of the claw earlier in the day. A witness who wishes to remain anonymous said Wednesday’s theft of live market-size lobsters was the bandit’s second catch of the day at the store. The Rollerblader skated away, ...

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Dead Rock Stars Sell: Canada's on Fire..did someone forget to set the alarm?

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Dead Rock Stars Sell. But living ones have more fun. and this is a music blog dedicated to both. keep on dancing. or not. Wednesday, November 10, 2004. Canada's on Fire.did someone forget to set the alarm? First off, the bands on the. Ballad of a Lonely Construction Worker. This One is The Worst. Remember the East Coast? Quite simply, one of the best pop songs to come out of Canada this millennium. Celebrate the Energy you waste! That line kills me). From their first full length, I Have A Million Friends.

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johnstreet: He's Not Sleeping

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Giviner'ism in tha house. Tuesday, June 15, 2004. No he's not no he's not. He's just walking around up there alone, talking away and trying to figure out how to scar me for life by maiming himself. He was so tired. SOOOO tired. He was sleeping when I left him in there. He was sleeping when I had that super shower and remembered why water pressure is the shit. He. Countdown to go outs. I haven't been to Hell since before we left for tour. If it were cheque day I'd be buying the drinks. I Just Wrote This.

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johnstreet: Developing Fronts

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Giviner'ism in tha house. Friday, June 11, 2004. And I'm not talking about adolescent girls. Jeph and G.Rog are off to steal us our very own patio table, with hardly any lots of prodding. Say goodbye to melancholy and hello to outdoor meals. Melissa paid me back the ten dollars that I almost forgot she owed me. Ritchin'! I am formulating a plan for this evening and subsequent morning. It looks like this. Rearrange and admire deck. Drink Darcie's last week wine with her. Cook dinner for my lady friend.

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johnstreet: Yarp.

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Giviner'ism in tha house. Sunday, June 13, 2004. I don't even feel like posting today. Not even at all. My stomache hurts and I feel a million pounds heavier than you. How depressing. Melissa and I might go for breakfast, but I'm feeling really indecisive and it may not amount to much. On second thought, off to Vienna for a greasy breakfast which may or may not contain mysterious pieces of ginger. Also, I think Jef is mad at me. Posted by dn at 9:59 AM. Considering my incredible fear of explosions.