Dave Grohl Owns. Being able to do that much shit, even though I'm not a huge Foo OR nirvana fan... Dave Grohl deserves some recognition. More than he gets, Me thinks.

So, my illness has calmed from a fiery inferno of my being to a minor pain in my ass. I'm coughing up all sorts of browny yellowy liquid... Thats more like Glue.
And you needed to know because I needed to tell you.
Saturday I'm supposed to go with James to Fetish night. Friday is ACF. busy weekend. Sunday I probably work, but I won't know for sure until tomorrow.
I hate Anne, our new GM. I've recently decided this. She's not a huge huge pain in my ass like Maggie, who is irrational and retarded... But she is a sarcastic goofball, who thinks she knows much more than she does.. And makes dumb rules.
She made Ben change his hair.. I hate that shit. "It doesn't suit the White Spot Image."

What exactly IS the White Spot Image??

People can eat in their fucking car, but God forbid someone have a bleach blonde streak in their crew cut.

Sheba is on the floor next to me... There's another puppy being watched over here.. So she's jealous.. Came downstairs to chill with me. She knows I love her. Charlie woke me up by HOWLING when Deb left this morning. Stupid dog. Small dogs need to not. Howling, yapping, barking. DUMBASS.

So, hopefully when I get home my fridge will be working, otherwise I'm screwed.
Here's hoping.

And here's hoping I find a matress and a fucking computer soon.
EMAIL ME IF YOU'RE A RICH HANDSOME MAN WHO WANTS TO BUY ME ONE.
*sigh* something tells me thats no one.
I need about 300-500 bucks.

*sigh*

I guess I should get ready and go home, have to meet my mom today, do some more moving. Maybe groceries.

No makeup for three days.
I feel like such a scrub. Mostly because my hair is ONE GIANT DREADLOCK. thanks hoodie. Thanks Rain. I appreciate it.
Yesterday I finished my book. Damn was it good. "Geralds Game" By Stephen King. I'm so glad I bought it.
Yah... I should get a move on....

Coal Harbour.
That fucking place.
For your sanity indeed.
I can never go back there without this twinge of... Something. A pull at memories, most of which are locked in drawers beyond my reach.. Most of which I probably don't want to remember. It was a time when we were loving. It was a time when we were dirty. It was a time when we were bitches. Lonely. Holding. You and I. You and her, Her and I and then Him.
With Him, it was always over. Three times in my life I watched the same person end it. An era destroyed at the touch of a psycho.
He didn't know. Doesn't know that he's psycho.
But the psycho ones never do.

(Angelfire doesn't allow hotlinking... if you can't see it... It's the fourth one down. What kind of kid sits alone reading intently about Charles Manson instead of watching the fireworks at 14 years old. Creepo.
Oh Life Is bigger. It's bigger than you and you are not me.
We were hopped. Maybe not then, but soon after. It was time, and we were hopped. But wasn't the whole world, at the time?
That's me in the corner.
Not ever really knowing what was wrong, never really knowing who was there, and what was about.
I think I thought I saw you try.
I AM choosing my confessions.
It was a time, but weren't they all. I'd never give back the memories I have for anyone.. But the ones I don't have are what I worry about. Whole pieces of days and weeks.. Seizures in my brains blocked for my own safety. Things I thought. Life was so distorted. What was real and what was not back then? I can't even remember.
That was just a dream.

It's far too late for me to go down memory lane, all the sane folks are asleep. And unlike Vancouver, when people go to sleep in the Ridge, they're really fucking asleep.
This town shuts down.

Thats me in the corner


Just a dream, dream.


The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things. Of shoes and ships and celing wax. Cabbages and Kings.

"Have you Ever Tried the Apple Cinnamin Crumble?"

-M.

Yes. I work there.
And I make them. They are good. When you come to Van I will show you myself.
White Spot kicks your ass. I gaurentee it.
Hunting rabbits


I'm so sick. Going to get some stuff on the move tomorrow. Gotta go into town, get home, get my house organized... Get down to the skytrain again... Call my mom.. Get to meeting her.. Get to my grandpa.. Get to the couch in New West.. Get to the moving it... Lots to do.
22 days.
On the bright side, Arts County Fair is soon. Friday. Hoorah.
I'll dance, and I'll sing. And I'm a monkey in a long line of kings.
This sick is either AGAIN, or still here. Either way, it fucking sucks monkey nuts. I'm tired. Cranky. Feverish.. My eyes hurt. Coughing... l stay away.
Haven't smoked in days again. I can bet anything that I'll start again later, but this week I'm safe.
Had Andy look up some computer prices for me.. He got some good ones. Basically, if I can save up $500 I can get something perfect for me...
But lol @ Saving $500.
Thats like.. a months rent. And I owe my mom for damage and whatnot.
UGH. I'm screwed.
Free ADSL going to waste. Send me money.

I have to come here to get online, not that Deb minds, but I swear to God Gerry hates me. Oh well, that is for another time. Another place.