~ Tonight is my last night in the 415 and my last night in Nanaimo. I suggest checking the dumpster outside my apartment for random treasures. We got dinner from Manza Vinos. Which is perfect for a disgusting last supper in the neighborhood. We moved my stuff to my parents house in coombs. I am beat. I should have sold ALL my records and CDs. Owning them at all now seems simply retarded. Owning more than a dozen, that is. Owning music by people I don’t know seems silly too. Owning things like graphic design books seems like a form of masochism. Owning stuff is owning me. I may never send for it. We’re having a bonfire of old art and journals tomorrow night. Kill the past.
~ Matt bought the painting of the ex-girlfriend who tried to poison me.
~ Ken was almost killed by a smoothie and we had dinner with him the next day. He was near death and grumpy. Or possibly dazed.
~ Nicole scoured the apartment while my dad and I ran stuff up to Coombs. Nicole is a hero.
~ Tomorrow D. Gertie M-Puff goes to Coombs from where she’ll be picked up by her new owner, Michelle. Who is a nice lady. Who is divorced from a cop and likes cats a whole lot.
~ Last night Lauren, Adam and Kirstjanne picked up two truckloads of loot. That was also goodtimes.
~ I think I own too much stuff.