DRAGON!

Yesterday was all kinds of awesome... but I don't think I'm going to be putting in my thoughts and feelings about it here. I'm just happy I was able to make it to the conference, it was pretty epic. It just makes sense.

Melissa's parents are pretty awesome. Sad for them though.

And I drove around downtown Toronto without going nuts! Not a big fan of getting around Toronto. However I was never more happy to see the 401 then I was last night after the mess that is the Gardiner expressway. I still think car trips are so much better with company.

It still baffles me that I get along better with people who have children my age, rather than the aforementioned children.

Still have no clue as to what I'm going to be doing about the craziness that is my life. I'm cool with that at the moment :)

I get to see Jay in a few days. I hope there's beer and UFC and complaining about women and super geeking out and maybe a movie or 3. I can't wait.

Some songs just hit me and I'm always going to go nuts. Inspirational head banging get up and move kinda stuff. Kinda like drunk Sammie and Karaoke, but with better music then you can usually find on karaoke lists at at hole in the wall bars. Music is my all and my everything.

However I still have no clue as to why I struggle with learning the guitar. Not counting issues with my now non-existent lessons.

Ran into Darth Frankenstein the other day at the Y, It was pretty cool. I hope we get a chance to swap stories as I'm sure I've got some that will make his jaw drop. We used to have these competitions while bored at BK to see who could one-up the other guy. I think I win this time thought, as this year has been pretty weird as shit.

I didn't mind the Dan Brown books I have read. Overrated sure, but pretty good nontheless. Anywho apprantly I should go pick up Deception Point. Okay!

That's me. I hope it's me otherwise this could get wierd. But if it's not me then who is it? I hope it's not Jay. Hah I win again douchebag!

Words cannot describe the day I had. So they won't.

Well not yet anyways.

That's me

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!

Take life by the horns and fuck it so hard that it won't look you in the eyes at breakfast the next morning.

Yes I will help you carry bags of sod and mulch to your car, we have a wide open gate where you can back your vehicle up and make this a simple process. However, I will not carry it across the parking lot after listening to you and your douche bag wigger friend talk about how gay flower shopping is. We have families and children that wander the garden section looking at all the pretty stuff. I'll bet you guys are the coolest kids at high school. Sorry your mom made you go shopping for her. Go die in a fire. But get that mulch and sod home to your mom first, especially after I carried all that shit for you.

I love you. Fuck off.

Today was busy and hot and sweaty, and apart from 1 or 2 douche bag encounters it was pretty awesome. However it seems I underestimated the slightly overcastedness (it IS TOO a real word) of the day. I still used sunscreen but I got pretty cooked. I look like a lobster. Hmm well not really as lobster don't get as red as I am until they're steamed. But I'm not THAT red. I'm as red as a lobster that was steamed and left under a heat lamp for a few hours in a busy kitchen. Make sense? Thought so.

I don't understand how being proud of yourself somehow means you can insult and oppress others. Hate people because they're assholes, not because they're different from you.

Something Something Darkside is on television. If I wasn't so lazy right now I could just go downstairs and get the uncensored version I got at Christmas.













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That's me. I'm thinking of you naked. You reading this right now, I'm thinking of you naked. YOU.

Bet you wish you stopped reading eh?

If you're into me thinking of you naked, gimme a call.

Chicks only. Unless you have a hot girlfriend you're willing to share.

No touching or eye contact, two high fives will be permitted, one during the "pig roasting" portion and one after we both finish.

I dunno why but I'm kinda miserable today too. Balls. I'm doing that thing where I'm lamenting the lack of company. It might have something to do with being all alone in the house for the weekend. But I also work the next 3 days in a row so that should help. I"m just having a desire to be social but I can't quite pull it off. I tried. But wasn't into it. Balls.

My forest name is Slug.

I liked watching glee the other day. But I get to keep my man card because I got to watch it with a girl. Even if it was mostly my idea. That counts right? I'm just a sucker for any kind of well put together music.

I'm talking to myself again. And not like a word here or there but full on conversations. I'm actually a bit worried since you'd think it would be a habit I'd have broken by now. Today I had a full on conversation with myself about the viability of cheese infused sausages. I think I was overruled. By myself.

So I watched the trailers for the Karate Kid. Jackie Chan Yay. But I think Jackie Chan does Kung Fu, not Karate... I'm actually positive that he does not do Karate. I checked it out. He doesn't. Apparently only in North America is the movie named The Karate Kid, to make money off people thinking it's a remake of the original Karate Kid. I couldn't make this shit up.

So I'm ramping up this eckankar thing. The seminar/conference thingy is pretty much a 90% thing. I'm kinda excited. The stuff I hear just keeps making sense.

If I was in a bear costume, I would not pick a fight with a bear.

So I get to call someone from the cruise line on Tuesday. Fingers crossed. Also, they have mailed out everything for school as of Thursday, so I should be getting a letter by late next week.

That wasn't a question.

That's me. Dog food in shoes. Food for thought. And dogs.

I had a shitty day. I wanna fuck something or shoot something or hit something. I settled for nursing my sprained ankle and plotting. I plotted.

I'd play a Game of Thrones with Jay. We better. In fact I will be sure to demand it. JAY I DEMAND WE PLAY A GAME OF THRONES WHILE I"M IN TBAY. His stupid ass is going to be working while I'm up. Which is fine. Stupid ass and his money making schemes.

I watched an episode of True Blood with Rachie and Trish the other day. I don't know how I feel about it. I remember when I worked at the Indigo it was all housewives buying the Sookie Stackhouse novels and I kinda wrote it off. But at the very least the vampires don't fucking sparkle.

I hate twilight.

Music is my refuge. My inspiration. Having that right song hit the playlist or the radio at just the moment you needed it is fucking magical. Especially when you didn't know you needed it. I live for those moments and if I could bottle exactly how I feel at that moment...

Words cannot describe it. I love it. That's all. I fucking love it.

I also feel the same way about a variety of oddly specific events. Weirdly, sometimes not until after they have happened.

I wish I had some skill at singing. However lack of skill doesn't stop me. Even if a cat in a box of broken glass falling down a flight of burning stairs into a pit wind chimes sounds better than I do.

I'd like to start drinking again.

Mom and Dad sold the house today. I have a month to find a job or I'm stuck gong to Niagara Falls. Not that I wasn't looking for another job and what not. And I'm still waiting to hear from school. I wonder if I might be utterly and completely fucked. But maybe not, I've been looking for a fire to light under my ass, and there's nothing more motivating then "get a new job or move to a place you hate".

That's me. I'd fuck a dragon.