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Ah well, let's see. Fuckinnnnuhhh... went to LA. Waiting for Ryan to pick me up he calls me and asks if I can go up to Departing because he accidentally went there, I can't so I wait a little longer and watch some dope get pulled over right outside the terminal, making everyone go around him. Then, said dope pulls up to me and that was my first sighting of his Hambleton in LA.

Then we go to his house which is crazy and awesome because the Rolling Stones lived there and Marylin Manson lived there and David Ferino lives there and Charlie Chaplin built it for his mistress who died there and is now this:

Alright I don't know what you people want from me. I'm bored writing this as you probably are reading this. I had fun. Fuck. We did a bunch of stuff - met my friend Matt, faked our way around USC, went to Home Depot where there are a lot of mexicans, walked through hollywood hills where there were a bunch of mexicans, went to the beach where all the mexicans sold melon, like "malone? malone? malone? malone? malone?"

But now I'm back home in Ottawa. My parents are gone and I have the whole house to myself, which is nice, but I keep forgetting that Stella isn't here - like the other day I dropped food and was like "Stella! ... Stella!... Stellllaaaa!!! Stelllllllaaaaaaaa!! STELLA STELLAAAA STELLLLLLAAAAA STELLLLLAAAA STELLA! STELLA! STELLA! SSSSSSTTTTEEEELLLALAAAAAAA! STTTTTTEEEEELLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAA STELLA! STELLA! STELLA! STELLA! STELLLLLLAAAA STELLLSAAAAAA STELLLLLAAAAA! SALSA! STELLLA! STELLA! STELLLLLLLA! STELLA! STELLLLLLAAAA!! SSSTTTEEELLLALAAAAAA!

Is it night outside yet?