What the fuck are you doing on your computer? Go see some of the amazing live music this city is serving up this weekend! DO IT ( Read more... )

The reason I prefer public transit is that I've never had my bus/train pulled over by the cops (and I've had some REALLY BAD drivers. No offense to drivers in general. Most of you are kind and obey the rules of the road but holy shit the 4:15 17 driver is going to kill someone someday and I can't blame him, he hates his job.). Anyways cops, ( Read more... )

this wine still hasn't matured and neither have I. so it's late and I'm sitting here again without reason with an empty package of twizzlers next to the glass containing the cheap south african wine. I let it air for a few months mostly because I forgot it was there and there's little to no improvement. It may have gotten worse, in fact. I hope I ( Read more... )

It's down to the wire, the big 5-0. that's quite a marker if you think about it. 50 days! 50 DAYS! Appointments have been made so that I can be stuck like a lab rat with needles filled with poisins to prevent sickness. And they're such romantic sicknesses too! Yellow Fever and Diptheria and the like. And lists have been sent to me to instruct on ( Read more... )

the bent over laughing as we smokers coughed and hacked our way up the hill, and the sitting about bitching about fucking introverts. Fuck them , I say! fuck me, I say! fuck you e.p! fuck the ! ! oh god. thanks. to more shit that has to transpire! to maybe making something more than shit (it would be quite the experiance that hasn't been ( Read more... )

Are all humans horribly gifted at the akward conversation? I have to say I had some absolutly killer ones today. I got this letter in the mail that made me happy because it's about monetary assets and right now they mean something. dollar signs go through my head as I try to find a way out of this city. 550 to go. This is an extremly self-obsessed ( Read more... )

and I can hear them from my house, I swear. The real Cowboys are dull. They talk about roping. They talk about rain. They talk about extending their houses to fit more children. They talk about Stephen Harper becoming the head honcho. It's funny that fake cowboys are much more interesting and attractive and that I think they're great 354 days of ( Read more... )

I'm submerged in a world that consists of interior monologues that must run along these lines: What? It was my turn to hold the bone! The song's not over! The doggy hasn't gotten up yet! we haven't told him to get up! pass the bone! PASS THE BONE! I should have gotten a turn and that kid pretty much sucks and god here come the tears and no! NO! ( Read more... )

Okay! Okay! Okay! My life now consists of coffee and cigarettes and a home I can't go home to without fear of being attacked by black birds. My life consists of trying to sqeeze money out of people so I can go overseas. My life no longer involves school but still alot of learning. My life involves making rude comments about highschool kids. fucking ( Read more... )

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