The Strokes kicked ass tonight, although I can't remember jack all right now... oh, yeah, when Julian wasn't singing, he'd be telling the crowd "you motherfuckers are loud... alright!", or in reference to Queen Elizabeth II's current visit to Toronto, "God save the Queen.......... err, watch her get assassinated now..." Either that or smoking, the dude constantly smokes, even during songs. The boy loves his fags... my ears are still ringing... supah... (if you want like some super detailed account of the show, including info about the opening act Har Mar Superstar, who by the way, was quite the amazing site to witness in person, you know whose post to wait on...)

Oh, right, we loitered in the Eaton Centre for a while before we headed to the ACC, and we ended up getting some aroma therapy products, products meaning little (or big, whatever...) jars filled with scented oils that you leave open when need be. I got the Rosemary one, as it's supposed to be a migraine murderer. Jeebus, I hope so, I can't take anymore of this headache crap... now before you belt out "HA, SCAM... SUCKERS!", there's a 6 week return policy, hombres...

Bloody hell, I'm exhausted... peace out.

This has to be my most illegible post yet... wassup wit dat?