build me a path from cradle to grave.
This Job is driving me crazy.
I'll spare you the details, but it looks like my contract might be extended by another six weeks.
That means six more weeks in toronto.
The air quality here is fucking retarded.
the water blows, and everybody is cranky as hell all of the time.
the people here yell at each other all the time for what apears to be no reason,seriously, just walking from the st.patrick subway station over to spadina to get to this cafe, I saw a fist fight in the middle of the street, 2 different arguements, and a couple screaming at each other in there car.
it's only a 5 minute walk.
take me home.
my dad (knowing I feel homesick) brought back some donair meat from NB
and my mom and dad made me donairs for dinner.
for a second, just One or two seconds, I closed my eyes, took a big bite, and convinced myself I was at tony's pizza on robie street.
untill I bit into lettuce, opened my eyes, and got sucked back to reality.
I'm glad I have parents who care enough to make the effort, and it really was sweet of them, but New brunswick doesn't know shit about donair meat, and the sauce was waay too thick.
instead of the donairs making me feel better, they just bummed me out even more.
and lettuce?
are you fucking kidding me?
who the hell puts lettuce on a donair?
my dad that's who.
for their sake I pretended that it cheered me up, and spent some time hanging out with my dad.
which actually did cheer me up.
My dad is a really funny guy,super dry wit, I didn't notice it before, but all of a sudden he's hilarious.
at work I spend most of my days daydreaming about all the toys I'll buy in calgary with my disgusting oil money. It's about the only thing that keeps me going,
that, and the sick money in my bank account.
all I wanna do is spend it, but I need it to get set up in calgary.
once I am there, all old debts will be repaid, and this boy'll have a clean conscience.
well, somewhat clean at least.
just what IS the mental equivilant to steel wool?
can I buy it at wal-mart?
maybe burger kings got some.
I'll spare you the details, but it looks like my contract might be extended by another six weeks.
That means six more weeks in toronto.
The air quality here is fucking retarded.
the water blows, and everybody is cranky as hell all of the time.
the people here yell at each other all the time for what apears to be no reason,seriously, just walking from the st.patrick subway station over to spadina to get to this cafe, I saw a fist fight in the middle of the street, 2 different arguements, and a couple screaming at each other in there car.
it's only a 5 minute walk.
take me home.
my dad (knowing I feel homesick) brought back some donair meat from NB
and my mom and dad made me donairs for dinner.
for a second, just One or two seconds, I closed my eyes, took a big bite, and convinced myself I was at tony's pizza on robie street.
untill I bit into lettuce, opened my eyes, and got sucked back to reality.
I'm glad I have parents who care enough to make the effort, and it really was sweet of them, but New brunswick doesn't know shit about donair meat, and the sauce was waay too thick.
instead of the donairs making me feel better, they just bummed me out even more.
and lettuce?
are you fucking kidding me?
who the hell puts lettuce on a donair?
my dad that's who.
for their sake I pretended that it cheered me up, and spent some time hanging out with my dad.
which actually did cheer me up.
My dad is a really funny guy,super dry wit, I didn't notice it before, but all of a sudden he's hilarious.
at work I spend most of my days daydreaming about all the toys I'll buy in calgary with my disgusting oil money. It's about the only thing that keeps me going,
that, and the sick money in my bank account.
all I wanna do is spend it, but I need it to get set up in calgary.
once I am there, all old debts will be repaid, and this boy'll have a clean conscience.
well, somewhat clean at least.
just what IS the mental equivilant to steel wool?
can I buy it at wal-mart?
maybe burger kings got some.