Life has been this low, since I don't know when, since I don't know when

I previously forgot to give a screw-you-shout-out to Voxtrot for canceling their show -- and so I'll take the opportunity afforded to me here: screw you Voxtrot -- I hate you.

In other news I read this on my grand confreres Emil Svanängens' website: "for the moment i am looking for a bass clarinet and a double bass. ps. i might even make an album soon, need time and space." I promptly purchased a bass clarinet today and will practice twelve hours-a-day in a dreamy hope that Emil will bring me on board and we'll play mellifluous shows all around the world whilst eating Swedish meatballs, mingling with Mats Sundin, and fetching Swedish femmes with golden hair and eyes with the bluest of hues.

If you don't like Loney, dear then you are a cold unfeeling robot.

These flies don't sting, but stab

Allright! shoutout time.
Shoutouts to: Ed Harcourt and Joseph Conrad.
That concludes shoutout time.

According to Last.fm, my number one song is "I am John" by Loney, dear (note: only the Swedes know whether the 'dear' should be capitalized). I thought it appropriate to post the lyrics. Having these lyrics available is a luxury, as Loney, dear lyrics are rarer than Woolly Mammoths being found frozen in God-forsaken continents.

Johnny and I, we got lost tonight, we got carried away.
It takes someone like me to lose track like that, to be troubled down,
got a heart full of plans but nowhere to run.
There were seventeen dogs out to track us down
and I got some bruises and I got a scar but now,
never gonna let you down,
and I got it wrong like I knew I would, and I told you,
never gonna let you down,
I must never let you down,
never gonna let you—

And everything must start from here,
in a sunshine with ease with somewhere to go,
with no sticky feeling of going wrong,
no heartbeat asking where you're gonna go.
With the trouble you wear, you want to wear it down,
you want to make something new of this but
never gonna make it (home), never gonna make it.
Someone I want now, somewhere I want to go, and I told you,
never gonna let you down,
never gonna let you down,
but I will always let you down.

I said Johnny and I, we got lost tonight,
but we doubled our chances, we've got somewhere to go.
We've got devils chasing us to hunt us down,
and we know we can't go like this from now.
I've got a feeling of you, and we danced for so long,
I want your arms around me, said
never gonna let you down, was never gonna let you—
Someone I want now, somewhere I want to go, and I told you,
never gonna let you down,
never gonna let you down,
but I will always let you down.

I've got a feeling of you and we danced for so long,
I want your arms around me like lovers do,
and I'm never gonna let you down, gon' let you down,
gon' let you down, gon' let—
I've got a feeling of you and we danced for so long,
I want your arms around me like lovers do,
and I'm never gonna let you down, gon' let you down,
gon' let you down, gon' let you down.
Johnny and I, we got lost tonight, we got carried away.
It takes someone like me to lose track like that, to be troubled down,
got a heart full of plans but nowhere to run.
And everything must start from here,
in a morning with ease with somewhere to go,
with no sticky feeling of going wrong,
with no heartbeats asking where you're gonna go.
I've got a feeling of you and we danced for so long,
I want your arms around me like lovers do,
and I'm never gonna let you down, gon' let you down,
gon' let you down, gon' let you down.
I've got a feeling of you and we danced for so long,
I want your arms around me like lovers do,
and I'm never gonna let you down, gon' let you down,
gon' let you down, gon' let you down.

Absentminded, Daydreaming Daff

Today, I drove alllllll the way to Costco in Ajax (one of the nearest civilizations to Uxbridge, but still, a fair distance). My primary mission was to return a sweater that ill-fitted my Mother. Upon my arrival I realized I forgot the sweater. "Loney, dears, " I mutter. The intriguing thing though, is that this isn't an isolated incident. You may describe me as a scatterbrain. I'm okay with this though; my daydreaming is worth it. I dream good dreams. One day, when I've achieved my dreams, I will become fully functional as dreaming will no longer be necessary.
I was also supposed to purchase some Bibles at Chapters; a smaller, more handy one for me and one for my poor, misguided Koran-stomping amigo. Finding The Bible in Chapters is remarkably difficult. I don't understand. The Bible is the greatest selling book of all time; you'd think they'd advertise it or something. After I stumbled around the store for a while, I happened upon the Religion section. The selection choice was poor. After some awkward, indecisive moments, I choose not to purchase anything. I would venture to a Christian bookstore somewhere. But there was no time! Another day, I suppose.
What an unproductive trip. To give me some sort of accomplishment, I decided to grocery shop in Ajax, instead of hitting up the traditional Zehrs of Uxbridge. While shopping, I noticed that sometimes I hum/talk to myself. I think other customers noticed too.
I attempted to use that self check-out contraption and failed. I missed that intimate moment with the cashier anywhoers.
Some cars decided it'd be most efficient if they drove painstakingly slow; Florida slow. I became rather vexed but then Loney, Dear came on harmoniously singing, "Now, let it goooooooo. Nooow, let it goooooooo."
Earlier, I had Joanna Newsom blaring. Thankfully, it was a hoot day and my windows were rolled down because otherwise her screeching voice may of shattered them. I defs received some odd looks from a few normies. Message to Newsom haters: Screw you. Actually, that goes for all of ya.