Resistance is futile. Or is it?

So I finally got to open up the letter that Aubz left. The one with the note on the front that says "do not open until everyone is back in Guelph". The letter I have been looking at everyday with thoughts of "I wonder what they would do if I opened the bloody thing". The letter I have been asking to open since Kate came back on New Years. The letter I have been asking to open since Becca randomly showed up a week earlier than I thought she was going to. It got so bad that they just said it was probably a rant on how much Ombre hated me and it was probably for the best that I didn't open the thing EVER.

Well everyone is back and damn it's nice. I fucking hated being here by myself, and with the house full it feels like home again. Plus, obviously, the letter got opened. Sometimes I'd like to be able to kill my curiosity, as it gets me into trouble all the fucking time. but I digress. We got a nice card!

The card was all nice and sappy and thoughtful and is going up on the fridge so we can see it everyday. It kinda reminded me of some of the stuff I've put in this blog about how I feel about living here with the people I do. Nice to know I wasn't the only one.

For the record, if the letter ended with "...except you Sam, I fucking hated you" I probably would have wet myself laughing.

...probably.

So there's been a lot of "Borg" talk floating around the house. And by talk I mean writing. And by around the house I mean on the small whiteboard beside the fridge. I like the Borg.

I might make a poem about the Borg. Or write them a letter. After all the the Borg taught me everything I know about dating.

Dear the Borg:

Please come and assimilate me so I can become immortal and participate in the destruction of every sentient being in the galaxy. Or at least on planet earth.

Your willing host,

Spammy.

You see I've kinda had some rough days at work. We get the stupidest fucking people in the store sometimes and all I can think of is "god I'd let aliens blow up our world just so these douchebags get what they deserve". That's right everyone, if it was up to me I'd get our entire goddamn planet enslaved by E.T. just because of the ignorant and mind bogglingly stupid consumers in a city in southwestern Ontario.

Sorry............. ish.

Anywhos. The job hunt is going crappy.

Hopefully the admin people at school make sense to somebody cause they sure as fuck aren't making sense to me.

The love life is pooched, and it's not even really my fault.

My Xbox might be busted.

A busload of Hawaiian Tropic bikini models is not going to stop me on my to work tomorrow in need of a dude to oil them up before competitions.

So far this week blows.

However there is hope. There is always hope. My faith in myself to work hard to get out of a shitty situation always keeps me going. I just gotta keep fighting back.

Also, Kate brought back a bunch of old Jim Carey comedies.

That's me. Dumb and Dumber always makes me feel better about my life.