Language lesson time kiddies. Everyone say it with me.

Whilsht. Whist. Whisht.

Spellcheck is not helping. Just get a mouthful of soda crackers and blow and you'll get it. Urban dictionary can't even help me on this one. It's more an attitude than a word, used mostly in early gunpowder times between mischievous, and sometimes criminal, oppressed youth and some of their questionable elders.

And I swear to god Jason if there are any black bits in my porridge I'll fucking kick your ass AND the horse you rode in on. Oh and the same happens if you tell people about our inside jokes that have no meaning except to amuse those of use who understand.

I'm just saying.

Oh and while cleaning I found a bunch of handwritten notes from my first summer up at Stace's cottage. Lashed my soul with whips of fire that did. No idea what the hell is going through her head. Maybe if I move that shit will stop bothering me. Chicks are weird.

I had a pretty interesting day. Apparently with one phone call my boss can get me a transfer to the Niagara Falls Metro. It's only a 10 minute drive from where my parent's new place is. If I wanna be a 25 year old who STILL lives with Mum and Dad. I'm just worried about them working, and they like it when i pay for stuff.

I'm a gentleman and you're a liar. I expect the best of you but it's so hard, but it's so hard. Well not quite but close enough. I ain't no gentleman. Well not today anyways.

I'm easy. I admit it. I put out. Dinner and a movie IS nice though. I like both movies and dinner. And a chick as easy as I am. You definitely didn't wake ME up when you called. But there really is no diplomatic way to say you woke up a girl I nailed last night and she ransomed my phone for oral before I could call you back.

Today was productive. I booked a ride home from the airport, figured out some details about how Saturday is going to go, got a shift covered, got to hang out with Josh, did some job hunting, talked to my boss about a transfer, and helped pack shit up for the move. Tomorrow I'd like to rent a video game and sit on my ass, but it looks like it might be as productive as today was. Damn I might get a reputation.

Graphic novel deal fell though. I'm not really disappointed though, as it was a really neat thing to have happen, and was pretty sure that it wasn't going to happen. Neat though.

I ate too many freezies today as it was fucking hot. How many is too many? 14. So far. It's still hot and I'm still like 3 hours away from going to bed.

That's me. Postcards are fun!