I was going to write this big pre-Ottawa-bound emotional entry about what I feel going back “home” to where a significant part of my “becoming an adult” happened. But I think what it really boils down to is this:
Fuck you Owen Pallett. I know you’re talented, but that’s not what this is about. So go suck an egg, dick.
PS. What are you laughing at, Kevin Barnes, you prick?!
I miss performing sketch comedy, booking shows, and making money for being part of a group that made people laugh.
Because I spend so much time with people younger than I am, I’ve activated a part of my memory brain-bucket I thought I’d turned off quite a long time ago: high school.
Firstly, I think about how long ago high school was.
Then, I think about ALL the things I’ve done/experienced since high school.
Finally, I wonder… What the hell happened to Ashley Plante?
Looking at things in my apartment that were paid for in euros.
Brie Watson 