down day

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Today was littered with disappointment.

I know that some days we will feel let down and unhappy.

I know that everyday cannot be perfect.

But do the disappointments need to come at you all in one day?

Perhaps something pleasing will come my way tomorrow …

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lying

I have made no secret of my distaste for lying.

I think that lying is the coward’s way out.

I think I have a right to move forward in my life with accurate information from the people around me.

It is absurd how often I catch people in the dumbest lies.

Sometimes I do not even bother to let a person know they’ve been caught because I don’t want to hear the aburd excuses that seem to follow.

a subject very close to my heart – and a question for my american readers

I tried to write something new about this subject.

Everything I think comes out as a rant right now, so I will wait.  Rants do not sound intelligent and are rarely listened to anyways.

I did however, write about Pickton in the past.

I thought it appropriate considering the recent ruling to repeat the post now.  Click here.

To my friendly American readers … is this story big down there?

If you get a chance to comment, please let me know if this important story gets coverage in the U.S.  Not only is it a horrific story about a very scary serial killer it has some serious social issues attached.

Thanks!

day one of pride down

Got home just before five!

Am so tired.

Am feeling a little blue.

A lot blue.

Tried to dance it out of my skin last night.

Tried to run it out of my skin last night.

Sat at the ocean at 4:00 in the morning to get some perspective.

Did.not.work.

Something happened yesterday morning when I got home from camping that I was just not expecting.

Why is it when you are all happy and content you get blindsided by reality? My little heart is just so sensitive.

I am hurting.

Thankfully as we speak, my beautiful little brazilian friend Sam is packing a bag. She is going to hold my hand, sleep in my loft and celebrate the beautiful women of Vancouver with me this weekend.

Sam, my little band aid.

Thank god for friends.

you can get away with calling me a lot of things but this one burned my ass …

I am a what? pardon me – but did i just hear you correctly? asshole. fucking asshole.

Yes, friends, you heard it right, I’m swearing. Out loud.

Ok, every morning I go to McDonalds at Library Square to get my McGriddles. It makes me happy, its what I do, its my little routine. I’ve been doing it since last summer. Seriously, EVERY morning!

Each morning I wait in line behind about twenty homeless guys using their government vouchers to get their breakfast. McDonalds is jammed packed with these guys swearing and coughing and making their little deals etc. This has been going on for months. Some of them are very friendly and I say hello to those ones. One even gave me a cellphone cover. See story here.

I’ll admit it (hate mail be damned, I’m not scared of your comments!) – some mornings I find it a little (a lot) annoying to be standing in a long line up waiting for these guys to get their 14th coffee refill when they are headed … um … nowhere and I need to get to my office.

Today. Argh today.

I could actually see my fist (yes, Chico my nerdy fist) flying across the space between me and this guy and punching him square in the nose… ASSHOLE.

As I was rushing by him and the fourteen others standing outside smoking their morning joint he caught my eye and decided (I think he was trying to flirt) to blow a cloud of smoke in my face. Arriving at the LAWFIRM I work in smelling like pot is not exactly couture, so I made a face and ducked away from him – only.to. hear. him. do the: “fakecoughingwhorething“!!!

areyoufuckingkiddingme?

Do you even know what whore means?

Here, let me give you a clue:

a woman who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse, usually for money; prostitute; harlot; strumpet. –verb (used without object)
2.
to act as a whore.
3.
to consort with whores. –verb (used with object)
4.
Obsolete. to make a whore of; corrupt; debauch.

Ok, now that I read these, I am not exactly innocent per say. But I am certainly not currently a whore by definition.

I am quite positive though that you are a lazynogoodfuckingasshole.

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