If you don't have anything nice to say, don't talk about the kardasians

Every 4 years, monthly-paid staff have to work an extra day – for NOTHING

Seriously, serious stuff isn't really my forte. I have a little belief that the difference between people that can laugh at rape jokes, people who understand that love is an adaptation, people who fist pump when the worst possible outcome happens because the story told will warrant the experience... and people who don't is media in all it's forms.

I was listening to two girls on the train today and I nearly shit my pants I was containing laughter/anger so hard. I tuned in part the way through and pressed record on my phone, the conversation went as follows: GIRL1 GIRL2

"I could not fucking believe him the whole time we were together he was sleeping with tracey, right under my fucking nose"

"No way"

"Oh fuck way. Do you know how many times we told each other we loved each other, we were fucking engaged on FB(she used the acronym)."

"you two were engaged?"

"no but we did it on there as like a little cutesy thing"

"oh yeah that is cute, did you hear avril is dating that nickle back guy?"

"Fuck I hate being a canadian. Sometimes I wish I was one of those african people in the tribes! At least they don't have to spend every day embarrassed of what their famous people do!"(hmmm yeah, right that's what's getting them through those food-less.....months when their kids just snorted gun powder and blew up the locs water well)

"Speaking of which I'm thinking of getting a sponsor kid, I've been having that much bad karma lately I don't know what to do?"

"Maybe like Angelina you'll score that Mr Right Pitt if you do that, are they expensive?" 

"I don't know, I haven't looked into it yet. (wait for it)...... I haven't had time ever since this new job started, it's absolutely got me fucked how people do these 40 hr weeks and have any spare time to do anything else!!!"

I feel that most of this absolute crap isn't something these girls thought up on their own. It's a honed personality from years and years of horrible reality T.V. and uncaring family members who wouldn't intervene and prevent them from going down the moosh for brains path.

When I was listening to this shit, as funny as it was, I was so fucking angry and was going to write 20 pages on it but just reading it get's me pissed off and that's not what I'm about so I promise the next post I do will be about the other night when I did acid, had sex in my van for a time measurable only in seconds and then had the love of my night spew all over the place a reddish hue of perfumes opposite more chunky cousin. :)

Peace and god bless, unless you don't believe in god in which case pull my finger........(fart) nailed it!.

Ain't no thang but a G thang.

Doing this thang agang. <<< that ain't no spellin mistake... that's what we call "tongue twister"

Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.

It's been a long time between drinks. Not literally, drinking has become more an Australian trait of mine since I've left the country and felt the need to be stereotyped as some form of identification of self. No I'm talking of the phrase that pertains to revisiting something that has been left dormant for quite some time, in this case "Flock like salmon".

I've spent the last 10 months living from the bag and drifting around the North Americas. The only time this was not true was when I was stationed for a couple months in the B.C. interior. These times however where free of free time. Waking up at 10am and snowboarding till 4 then going to a hot tub for a couple hours to relax and warm the muscles left very little time for anything else and in this very littlest of 3 hrs left before sleep was reserved for herb and C.O.D. staples in the snow bum life.

Times have now changed and I'm back in the work force. After 9 months(also known as a "pregneye" or "pregus" depending on what hemisphere you're using the measure of time) of having not a skerrick of employment, the time has now come. Freedom has once again admitted defeat and a victor known as Free-doom has risen. In F-Ds post victory speech he told of nothing in this world being free. If 25yr old sunny coast kids want to continue to travel the monumental mountains of the North Americas then they would have to kiss the feet of his leader and God, a mythical creature by the name of Mulla, first heard of by the Lydians in 500BC. This creature took form in paper and precious metals and was said to cause people to feel the most intense levels of happiness, sadness, stress and greed (but in the most part the latter 3).

The above however is a little history lesson I will teach you when I know all things on wikipedia to be true (I'm sick of being caught out for being only wiki intelligent and not the other kind "actually") . So to the point at hand. I'm currently working 7 days a week replenishing the beast and am lucky enough to be doing so in the Vancouver summer. This is great for 2 reason, 1 Vancouver in the summer is like a perfect areola to nipple ratio, it's a thing of beauty that you hear of and see so often on websites but are unable to understand its until you're face to face with this most gorgeous of gods paintings. 2 Daylight starts at 6 in the morning and runs all the way through till around 9:30, thus meaning that after work you're not subjected to making dinner and going to bed yet being able to get out and taste the nip/areola nectar and be inspired to do.... stuff. Stuff like you never get time to in other homes - hang in parks, slowly walk through a city, lay on a beach and read a porno... 

This all leads me to my point. I now have a lot of stuff going on in my head other than snow, weed, call of duty and american girls and I plan to put the codec back to blogger. So check in once in a while. Maybe have a read, write me off, send me some reverse nudes.... of your cat... and no not your pussy... your actual cat, peeps don't dress their cats nearly as much as they do there dogs. It's animal racism and I'm fucking sick to death of it!!!