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Wednesday, March 21, 2007
i just went to the doctor
and they told me that i have a cutt on the inside of my eyelid, as they proceded to put red die in my eye to highlight any other problems.
all i could think was:
i hope i can still rollerblade.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
i never want to be friends with somone who has eaten the placenta after birth.
its just weird and i dont like it.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
i am sick again....its official i am a sick boy, as in people could say: ''hey look! its that boy thats always sick and whatnot''
damn roomates.
Friday, December 29, 2006
at this point in time i am in revelstoke in the nook of keith martins partents basement where keith spends most of his days nooking out and snoring, such as he is doing right now.............sleep tight little keith.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
another hectic weekend for this young lad
first to van, then to calgary for 2 nights then back to van for sat and sun and thennnnnnnnn back to whistler.
hmmmm doesnt sound that bad once i see it typed out..... but i am postitive i will be exhuasted by the end of it.
bye bye friends.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
so as of late i as well as a few other close friends came to the conclution that most peole involved with art talk shi*t about nothing.
its basically like a really complicated digi cam with a million differant settings that u will never have a use for....and some dude is trying to explain how important they are to the world.
understand?
the point of that matter is: art can be so dredfully lame sometimes.
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Published by stevonhunter: 7:05 PM
Updated On: 11/28/2006 at 7:06 PM
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006
FACT: if you put any new age digital device in a microwave for exactly 10 seconds it will perform faster and better.
items such as laptops, cell phones, digi cams, and of course the ipod.
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Published by stevonhunter: 6:36 PM
Updated On: 11/14/2006 at 6:36 PM
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Saturday, September 09, 2006
currently i am finishing up a painting, that is a master f*cking piece.
A MASTER f*ckING PIECE!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
i am going crazy in crazyland while taking large amounts of crazy pills wich have been cutt with crazy.
my name is stevon
not stefon
not stephen
not steven
its stevon, and no i am not french
p.s
i am not french
everything about gerhard is gross.
well at least thats what i sink.
so i pretty much just had the dinner of dreams
my so called friend jackie invited me out for free eats (after calling many people before me), so full it feels gross, but not only am i full off of food but also i am filled with thoughts of some of the most refreeshing conversations(wich by the way were well needed), that i have had in a long time.
i can honstely say that i love my friends and would never trade the times i have had with them for anything.
people are both interesting and imaginativly lame
yes my words are spelt wrong but thats ok cuz i do art
or is it.
gerhard ?
care to question my question>?
sunburn today. good thing i have dude man roomates to lather my back in aloe.
ahem ahoy my people friends. well well well lets see here what is new and or has occured as of late thats worth talking about?, tons of things i guess either that or its all just been a whole bunch of small meaningless conversations and human interaction. my fellow roomate crispin cannon has left my side. i cutt the stitches that held us together so he could leave a follow his life long dream of working on an oil rig, its funner cuz you would have never guessed but crispin has always wanted to do such work... he says its in his heart go get em tiger i tried painting a master piece the other day. turns out that when you dont practice for 3 months, and you try to paint something .you tend to suck ball sac and get frustrated. i found out that i suck and need more practice. so that was kind of not hip o well. arrrg
currently i am in revelstoke yet again came home for my nephews birth date things have been fun in this strange place its weird comming back now that this town is starting to become more then just another historic town site. i see new faces and people look at me like i am the outsider.(some new dirtbag in town) in my head i am thinking maaaaaaaan i was born and raised in this bitch! acctually i just introduce myself and ask the ussual questions. anywhoodle back to whistler tomorrow and i pray to god back to work as well. enjoy your day
well its spring time and i have just jumped back on the make less party program yet again.
everything is grand,
so happy may long is over
the feeling of no longer having a chance of being stabbed rushes over me in an awsome way.
you know its bad when the bar tender, who's wage is based on your consumption, asks: ''what the f*ck r u guys doing here?"
as i ponder my next move i wonder what is going to be the thing that makes me get of this prgram again.
perhaps it will be you and i shall hate you for it.
or maybe it will be my rubber arm.
does anyone feel like going out tonight?
being back in whistler for only a day has brought me great amounts of nothing to do, cant shred, cant paint, cant work, so what is there left to do but go crazy and take lots of showers. i think this calls for a trip back to yee old home town perhaps. but who knows maybe tommorrow i will do some luandry and meet someone who likes to do crazy shi*t and invent things and they will show me how to invent things and i will invent something and make a a world of money and respect for killing the invention scene. ahem, what?
ahh yes in the city and am very tired right now
saw the docter today and was told the surgery wold net bo needed due to the fact that everything is so smashed that he would have nothing to pin.
i told myself before i saw the doc that i would way rather hear otherwise.
lets see how this works out.
gone to the city to do some city activities, and to go see a docter, perhaps about getting surgery.
this should be fun..........
dont know when i will be back
so today i spent about 5 hours in the hospital getting x rays and dealing with my hand. turns out i disslocated a finger and shattered the bone in the hand. 4 needles and a docter pulling with all her wait later my finger is back in place and i shall be heading to van on friday to see about surgery. my beautiful hands my poor beautiful hands boo f*ckin who.
my shi*t is f*cked i am broken my hand that is.
it feels so good to be home
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