I would just like to say-- I just made plans to see Order of the Phoenix [at the IMAX in Toronto] avec C., entirely in dinosaur-speak . Further, every conversation we have had over the past few weeks has been entirely under the pretense of her being a Brontosaurus & myself, a Velociraptor . Sometimes, my friends are seriously for the win. Ack, star999chick is coming by after work tomorrow...

Went to Pride avec an increasingly-freckled star999chick , & I'm definitely uh, lobster-red. Whatev. It was good to go again this year, but next year I'm making sure everybody doesn't cancel at the last minute, which is just lame. Caught a lot of parade swag [a pink ball, a coaster which doubled nicely as a fan, a Z103.5 shirt, silver beads for star999chick , & a condoms-&-lube...

All I have to say is, conser sucks. She could've come to Pride tomorrow, except she lost a game of Rock Paper Scissors . It is also her fault that J. is not coming, & L. probably isn't, too. *clings to star999chick * I have like, 8098374 exclamation points to dish out about tonight's Who & uh, last Sunday's ReGenesis [laflakjfa soon!], but it's going to have to wait until tomorrow...