Friday, 19 August 2011


words wrote on a page are likely to pop out at some one. only if they can relate are interesting, interested or just plain old stupid. trust me i read stupid shit all the time and ask my self afterwards why i read it. I'm a fairly smart guy, no genius, by any means. i have my flaws (i use spell check ffs). so when I'm typing or text'ing to some one with  purpose i like to be to the point and furtive with what i have to say. some times auto correct gets in the way. every one can bitch about auto correct on our phones. that no crazy feat. however i went as far today to tell my boss off in plain letters saying you have to find some one else to work for you on Saturday im taking my deserved weekend off and doing as i wish. some how he thought i was allowing him to retaliate and he came back to me with okay well ill even let you sleep in you don't have to be in early. to witch i ignored him and will no longer be sending him any messages... now this is usual for him hes some kind of "special" guy, hes from Ontario. to think he might have half a brain being the manager of a very large company. not the case.

so the other day i was babbling down the road not realizing i was talking to myself a large native guy, more than likely homeless as well. he stunk hadn't shaved and his hair was matted. he even had some sort of cheap beer in his hand, some sort of crap you can get here in Alberta. in any case he decided talking to me out of no where was a good idea. he wanted to ask me questions tell me jokes i didn't know why he thought i would be interested. then it hit me he thought i was crazy. i was talking to myself i understand that but who doesn't. so i played a little head game with him it wasn't fancy or crazy i just repeated things i was saying in different arrangements. eg. why is the sky blue? the sky is blue? blue is the sky? in between these sentences i paused for a second and allowed him to answer. unsurprisingly he gave me a different answer every time. the first was i don't know... the usual i assume... the second was yes. the third was a question,  what? so i answered with because your a liar sir good day. as i strolled along joyfully knowing that i just either pissed off some random guy to the point of profoundness, or that at least now i believe he will think twice about talking to  random strangers. i just wish that computers wouldn't learn things on their own and fucker up my damn typing.
i say good day to you all.

Monday, 15 August 2011

much like a hangover

yay my pay cheque was short. what a tool my boss is. he is so SMRT. second week in a row i have been shorted on my money. how does one go about reacting to such a thing. what do you do to prevent stupidity? I'm not going to prevent it. I'm not even going to bitch about it to him. i took my cheque from him with very loathsome thoughts making it very apparent that i was unhappy. because i know that in nine days of work i will be done with the company and off to school. i wont have to do half the bosses job for half the the hourly wage i should be making. i figure in nine days when the busiest time of the work month comes around and he asks me to come in on my time off from school I'm going to tell him out right to go fuck himself eat a giant shit brick off the roof of a van. i will savour the moment with glee. i may just jump for joy when I'm done.

my day was generally pretty good today other than the lack of funds until 4. i went to McDonald's for lunch/dinner and on the walk home ran into a black man missing every tooth in his head except the right incisor he asked me for some of the usual change for his fix or what ever may his poison be what ever it may be i quickly informed him even if i had change i wouldn't be able to find it with the glare or the sun bouncing off his shiny bald head into my light grey eyes. he apologized put his hat back on and slinked away for a moment just a tiny fraction of a second (i think it would look like .0001) i thought to my self shit was i just propositioned by a black Elmer fudd in his 50's? then i came back to reality and noted that i do not live in a cartoon. even if i would like to believe it to be true. i got home opened my mailbox to find a envelope filled with papers telling me how to get a bunch of money that i applied for. just having the papers made me feel richer just after i called the electric company and had a decent chat with the gentleman on the phone who to my surprise was very Canadian sounding. i didn't even have to get him to repeat a single word.i love it when things go well after a moment or two of hatred

you might be asking why i tittled this: much like a hangover. well my only reason for that is when things cause pain or anger in my life it send my into a general feeling, and the only way i can describe is to compare it to a hang over. it makes me nauseous irritable and sensitive to light. i believe it because when i get mad or feel pain my body increases the flow or testosterone drastically for short spurts and it causes the neutral location of my "biorhythm" to spike high. some times its almost euphoric.

well it not much for reading material. but its the package on the inside that matters right?