oh great, i wish someone had warned me. i came here expecting to see a band i liked and now this is happening.
now here i am, totally vulnerable, embarrassed. i don't want to be here. and now SHE walks in. the worst person to ever see when this is going on. i feel guilty, i feel angry, a little scared. her sister looks at me with hate.

oh well, at least all my friends are here. wait, where is everyone?

i recognize a friend walking in the door. i wave enthusiastically, but... his sarcastic mocking face is strange to me. how did i think that was my friend? that guy is a complete stranger.

i am upset. i go to the washroom. HER sister is in there. she tells me, in her low way that i had better watch out, because she decided it was time i got what was coming to me. she said she had a friend, who would go to my house some day and kick the shit out of me. i told her to send him over, see if i care. but it was an act.

i need to get out of here. i walk toward the door and FINALLY see someone i know. she told me everyone was on the other side of the building watching yvette play. i am relived. that is where i belong, not here. i set off.

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something terrible happened to HER. she was attacked. i was consoling her. we we chatting like old friends. i knew everything would be all right as i was asking her if she still had the same phone number.

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i was somewhere that looked like ashby, but it had insane geological formations like nowhere else in the world. i was walking down near whitney avenue when i saw a grassy area. i walked toward it and i saw a mound of rock, inside a plane of smooth rock, like a fried egg shape. the mound of rock was GUSHING water. i somehow knew how it was happening, another smooth plane of rock under the ground was creating pressure. the mound of rock in the centre was actually a column of spongy porous rock, so the pressure caused water from below to shoot out.

i had to go and get the others to see it.

SHE suggested we stop at the bakery which was in the temple on whitney ave. it was a really fancy bakery. she bought the biggest donut i had ever seen in my entire life, it was more of a cake. i asked for a bite, she was reluctant to let me taste the icing but i insisted. it was delicious. the cake-nut had a trough in the top which held a ton of icing. really great icing too.

i wondered if i should get a donut-cake too, but i looked around a bit. there were glass cases with the really fancy cakes in them. the glass was very dirty and scratched. in these little glass dishes there was some sort of thing with fluffy pink stuff floating beneath a smooth surface covered in what looked like cinnamon.

i saw some little poppy-seed cakes that looked like they were baked in a soup-bowl. they were on display on little stands, rounded side down, at an artistic angle. the tops were cut into pointy, windswept shapes. they looked a bit like flowers. i thought i'd get one of those.

i couldn't believe how dirty and scratched the glass was, though.