A dear but crazy friend of mine recently got an old roll of film developed. We aren't sure exactly of when the photos were taken, maybe when I was 17 or 18. I don't remember the day or anything, except we are at White Spot, probably hungover and afraid of our existence in this cold cruel world. It's weird to see photos of times you don't remember, not even remembering that there were photos taken. It's also weird to compare yourself to recent photographs. You can't help but think, Gee, back then I had no clue what to do with myself, did I? The evolution is clear. Unless I still don't know what to do with myself. Then I guess it's not so clear.
Crystal and I in 1999(or 2000. Not sure)
Crystal and I in 2004 (or 2005...not sure)
Happy Thanksgiving to all the Canadians out there. Once again, I am alone on Thanksgiving with no turkey to speak of. It's all right though. Usually we just order KFC cuz we are a bunch of lazy bastards. Turkey is for Xmas. Plus, my parents are immigrants from Norway and Finland and Thanksgiving just isn't very important to us. What are we giving thanks for again? I can understand the American Thanksgiving because of the landing at Plymouth Rock and all that. But our Thanksgiving doesnt even fall on the same date every year. What's up with that?