Hedley Lamarr: My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.
Taggart: God darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.

Which one? Pffft. I am known to do several at once, nevermind just one. For example; While sitting around playing video games and shoveling back a 10lb pizza, I will get mad at the level I am on, while drooling over the fantastically rendered female character I have chosen to play as. However, I am too proud to use cheat codes, (at that moment) But it is soo tempting, because my best friend can fly through this level while I struggle vainly at it. I give in to the lure of cheating, simply because I need that $1,000,000 that cheating gives you to buy the mega weapon that would otherwise take you months of skilled playing to earn.

So yeah. Turns out I do em all almost every time I get a pizza and play games all day. Who knew?

Shauna's surgery went fine. She called me at 6:55PM saying she is on her way home, and will be back online in a couple days. I'll post more when I know more.

Ran into the other rover today. Asked him why he doesn't do boiler checks. He said it's cause he doesn't have his boiler ticket.

I can't argue with that.

I don't have mine either.

Now I'm wondering if I should quit doing readings, and just do the "nothing on fire/exploding/leaking...all is well".

Thoughts?

Some years ago, I had posted this. It broke a few hearts then, but I found it again tonight. I think it's time I repeated it.

( WARNING:TEARJERKER. IF YOU LIKE ANIMALS, YOU WILL CRY. )


~~~~~~~~~~ A Note from the Author: ~~~~~~~~~



If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it
did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of
the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American
and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the
essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly
attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on
animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that
the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life,
that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another
appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local
humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and
that all life is precious.

Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and
neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

For some reason, I just got fired. I have no idea why. I find out more at 2.

Guys!

Believe it or not, I actually really do have good news for once.Ya ya, I know, world ending blah blah blah. Anyways...I have 2 jobs now. I wasn't expecting to get either one, but I am now employed at Xentel as a phone jerk, and on Tuesday, I'm supposed to start at Brandees.

Now this is where the trouble begins. Xentel starts at $11/hr(and up) and goes from 0830-1700. Brandees is $8.35, and is 4-midnight. So, money wise, Xentel wins. But I feel pretty dirty for calling 95 year old women who just had their hip replaced. On the other hand, I like Brandees for the atmosphere as well as how close it is to me, but I'd get paid over $600 a month less for it.

Really not sure what to do here. Any suggestions?

I hate when I'm away from the computer, and think of a fantastic rant, or something profoundly meaningful to post, only to have it fade away to nothing by the time I try to post. Often, it's as little as 5 minutes from idea to fade. I would probably have thousands of posts by now otherwise.

*sigh* Oh well. Here, have some nostalgia.

http://www.gkko.com/videos/4995/Learning_To_Count_In_The_80s.htm

J is in the hospital. Again. This time it's her back. Doc's are too dense to figure it out.
K is always thisclose to passing out from not eating/drinking enough. R is getting divorced because her husband left her for a 22 year old. E seems to be slowly breaking apart.

This one is going through that, and that one through this. I'm not sure if I can continue to be a pillar of strength for all these people. I am trying to de-stress, but it isn't working. Oh, and I left my job so I could be there for J 24/7.
Foolish? Maybe, but at least I'm free of a job I hated so so much. I'm not sure whether I want to look today or Monday. I can't talk anymore right now. Too twitchy. Too "fuck you all" too. Not good.

A friend of mine told me told me she had to get some waxing done, and the first thing I thought of was that she could probably get that done while her oil was getting changed. then I realized no place does that. Then I realized that wasn't what she meant. THEN I realized that I didn't get that until then.

This is so not me...

...Am I actually growing up? *shudder*

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Ok. So I think I need to go see a doctor. No one thing is serious, but combined, it's all starting to get me down. Hips, feet, neck and shoulder. I'm thinking most of this can be fixed with a good pair of shoes. I noticed these problems started back in Nov-Dec while I was at the UofR. Bad footwear = bad body? I'll have to look into it and see for sure.

I think I have asked this before, but maybe not. Who is on Facebook that has NOT added me yet? I know most of you are, but some of you I have no idea of your real/last names. If you wat me to add you, reply here. I'll screen comments in case you want it private.

Sorry about the madness yesterday, guys. That was over 4 months of sleep dep finally catching up with me. Oh, I had been sleeping all right, but never enough, and never that good sound sleep we all crave. Slept 12.5 hours last night, and I am still out of it. I'm thinking it's the bed. I guess now I need to start questing for a new one. Anyone know how much a new bed costs? I have never bought one. I just keep getting second hand ones given to me.

So, not only am I exhausted 24/7, it is now coupled with ravenous hunger. This is becoming interesting. I wonder if I'm becoming a zombie or something. I hope I become one of the fast and brutal and efficient ones like in Planet Terror instead of a shambling lump of death, wandering around looking desperately for brains, only to find idiot after idiot shooting at me until I am nothing more than a pile of angry quivering dead flesh. No, what I would like is to be fast and brutal. able to pull apart a human in 4.3 seconds. in and out before anyone knows I was there. Hmmm. Oh god. How cool would a zombie ninja be??

To the tune of "I've been working on the railroad."

I'm a zombie on a wanking spree,
All the night and day.
I'm a zombie on a wanking spree,
Just to pass the time away.
Can't you hear the horde a-howling?
Rising up to rent the new porn.
Can't you hear the horde a-howling,
"where is the new porn?"

Zombie, won't you rent,
Zombie, won't you rent,
Zombie, won't you rent your porn?
Zombie, won't you rent,
Zombie, won't you rent,
Zombie, won't you rent your porn?

Zombie's in the porn shop with Dinah.
Zombie's in the porn shop I know.
Zombie's in the porn shop with Dinah
Drooling over the latest show.

Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o-o-o-o.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-i-o.
Drooling over the latest show

Ok, I'm not the smartest guy, but when I tell you that the parkade you're guardin' has cameras, trust me on it. I'm the guy who spends 25 hours a week watching them. Not to mention that I actually go to that location twice a week and patrol it. AND I also check the actual servers to which said cameras are DIRECTLY HOOKED UP TO. So, if anybody is gonna know, it's me. Don't look at me and tell me they aren't there, and when I point one out, don't change your story and tell me it doesn't work.


Things like this shouldn't bother me. I know it's just some dumbass, and I should get over it. but for some reason I get so steamed when people are stupid.

K ranting over now.

in other news, I am all moved into my new place, but I'm still not sleeping well. I have yet to sleep the night through. It's been since early Feb that this has been happening. I had hoped that things would change, but no luck yet. Might have too much on the brain. Need to make an appointment with counseling again.

Hole is the only band I can listen to again and again with out getting sick of.

Guys, I am so boned. I am short an assload of money. to the tune of at least $350. I have no idea how I'm gonna come up with damage deposit, rent, moving costs, and a pawn ticket that is due in mid June. Just to make all this fly, I'll need two full time jobs at least. All I have now is a crappy part time one which doesn't even come close to paying the damage part. I really don't know what to do anymore. I'm about to start panicking and go into hiding. This is not good because it means I don't come out for anything. Not even work. I need help big time, but I think I've burnt too many bridges in the past. So yeah, if you see me on the street, spare me some change? I'll need it.

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Canadian Slang: 75% Aussie Slang: 50% Prison Slang: 50% British Slang: 25% New England Slang: 25% Victorian Slang: 25%

I guessed at a few of these. I had no idea what a blue bottle was.