Overdue update........
Well, I'm not too sure how long its been since I've typed into this thing, but I imagine its been quite awhile. Things are much different now since my last entry..... .....some things better, some things worse. Certain aspects of my life are teetering on the brink of disaster. I have quit my monotonous alcoholism encouraging job that had me chained to a wok in Chanoso's kitchen. Trouble is that I didn't bother to bet a new job first. Which leaves me in the undesirable position of looking for more work. "Kids In The Hall's" Bruce McCulloch once said, "The only thing worse than having a job..... ........is looking for one." I have lived by those words since I first heard them back in the mid-nineties. This nightmarish predicament is compounded by the fact that I just filed my income tax today. I was expecting a handsome return, as I have received every year until now. I was wrong. In fact, I didn't get a return at all. Au contrare, mon frere. I owe. A lot. I'll leave the exact amount open to public speculation. What seemed to ruffle my feathers most about today is the walk between LaSalle and the Windsor Raceway. I had plenty of time for my blood to reach a rolling boil as I thought of several hundred dollars per month coming out of my gross income, coupled with this new doozie of a bill, and these bastards cant even afford to build me a sidewalk to walk on alongside a dangerous Ojibway Parkway in the shitty snow. Luckily for me, we have such considerate transit. When I finally reached the Raceway, I was delighted to see that the bus stop was smack-dab in the middle of an empty parking lot. Good thing they opted for the 'open concept' approach rather than build an unsightly bus shelter, otherwise I may not have been able to appreciate the full beauty of the snowstorm. A few moments later I was joined by a charming young fellow who asked me if I had a joint to sell, and proceded to tell me how miserable his life is. He used the word "fuck" in every conjugation imaginable at a frequecy of about 7 times per sentance. That wouldn't be so annoying had he been able to construct sentances with at least 10 words. It also didn't help that this went on for about a half an hour. One might think that I would've been on the verge of a breakdown at that point, but I actually took some sort of sick comfort knowing that this guy's life is much, much shittier than mine. Well, although there is genuine cause for concern, I am still optimistic about the future. I have been in much worse situations in my life- and I will have a decent job in no time. Everything else will fall into place after that. It just would've been nice to get a tax return instead of a poorly timed bill. It's not gonna be an easy Christmas shopping season.