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That last update sucked, I realized a lot more was going on than I initially remembered. Also I am bored and nobody is awake, which is fucked up since I live on the west coast now and you people are generally two or three hours ahead of me. So yeah, I think there was a point in there somewhere, but you don't have to look back to find it.
My email is messed up, for one thing. I don't know if this is coincidence or grand design, but since the night I almost lost my wallet, my email is inaccessible. I put in my username and password and I get the standard "You fucked up your password, homeboy" boiler-plate. I made a temporary email account at yahoo, and it is gou_hado@yahoo.co.uk. I have actually had that email longer than the standard one I have, but I never used it for anything other than the occasional Yahoo Pool game or fucking destroying Bryce at battleship. So if you'll bear with me until I get this all sorted out, please.
I was in the arcade last week and some dodgy looking guy came up to me. I had seen him outside trying to pick up chicks by walking in front of them, stopping them and saying "You are so fine, you're so fine!" Well, anyways, he came up behind me when I finished playing DrumMania and said something too fast for me to hear, but it ended with "magic mushrooms?" I said "What about them?" And then he tried to sell me some for $5 an ounce. This is not a bad deal. Incidentally, I saw him a second time and we had a repeat of this conversation.
Speaking of which, I've been trying not to fall off the wagon a bit lately, and I suspect I'm going to cave and start smoking again. I figure I'll only have three years left anyways, so I might as well destroy what's left of my sense of smell. But I'm trying to hold out as long as I can, but jesus it suddenly isn't easy anymore. Just usually in the mornings. Something else also happens in the mornings as well but that has nothing to do with smoking.
I'm going to try and take several people's advice and buy a minitape recorder (or whatever, don't fuss me with details, sunshine!) so that I can record all the awesome thoughts and things I say for posterity. The other day I said something along the lines of "Shitfuck, I AM the remix!" except it wasn't like that. It was funny. I will see how much they cost, fake outrage and haggle for a low-end one. My dad had one for business meetings, but it was only 45 minutes long and you have no idea how much government officials like to waste time bullshitting. Or maybe you do, you who have stood in line at the Ministry of Transport/DMV for three hours.
On that thought, most of Canada's government sounds like it came straight from "1984". Ministry of Aboriginial Affairs. Ministry of Transport. Ministry of Health. Ministry of goddamn Truth rar rar time for the two minute hate.
I finally got to calling and REACHING Bryce and Heather in relatively quick succession. Bryce sucks, he keeps hanging up after like 20 minutes every time I've called him. Why, brother, WHY?! Don't you love your own BROTHER?! You and me are like theeeeeeees! *twirls fingers*
Heather is awesome, mind you. She would want me to say HEATHER KNOWS THE SCORE in a loud voice. What the fuck I talk loud all the time anyways. We talked about video games, the path of the lesbian, and she did a phone sex imitation. That phone call would only have been more awesome if we had HAD phone sex. Perhaps I've...said too much. Nooo, I haven't. There are no details of my life that I won't share with you. Many people read my journal, but I like YOU best. And by you I mean me.
If I were on Jeopardy, I would probably bet everything in Final Jeopardy. Lately I've been right. I don't really watch it, but I'm typically around when it's on. That show is very humbling. It is like, if you think you are a smartass, you watch that show and get your ego handed to you. That show will totally ruin your shit if you let it. That show is like your abusive pimp Robo!!! That said, I kick ass at the wordplay clues.
Run-in with drugs, check.
Phone sex reference, check.
Slam at Bill O'Reilly, check.
This update is a go.
My email is messed up, for one thing. I don't know if this is coincidence or grand design, but since the night I almost lost my wallet, my email is inaccessible. I put in my username and password and I get the standard "You fucked up your password, homeboy" boiler-plate. I made a temporary email account at yahoo, and it is gou_hado@yahoo.co.uk. I have actually had that email longer than the standard one I have, but I never used it for anything other than the occasional Yahoo Pool game or fucking destroying Bryce at battleship. So if you'll bear with me until I get this all sorted out, please.
I was in the arcade last week and some dodgy looking guy came up to me. I had seen him outside trying to pick up chicks by walking in front of them, stopping them and saying "You are so fine, you're so fine!" Well, anyways, he came up behind me when I finished playing DrumMania and said something too fast for me to hear, but it ended with "magic mushrooms?" I said "What about them?" And then he tried to sell me some for $5 an ounce. This is not a bad deal. Incidentally, I saw him a second time and we had a repeat of this conversation.
Speaking of which, I've been trying not to fall off the wagon a bit lately, and I suspect I'm going to cave and start smoking again. I figure I'll only have three years left anyways, so I might as well destroy what's left of my sense of smell. But I'm trying to hold out as long as I can, but jesus it suddenly isn't easy anymore. Just usually in the mornings. Something else also happens in the mornings as well but that has nothing to do with smoking.
I'm going to try and take several people's advice and buy a minitape recorder (or whatever, don't fuss me with details, sunshine!) so that I can record all the awesome thoughts and things I say for posterity. The other day I said something along the lines of "Shitfuck, I AM the remix!" except it wasn't like that. It was funny. I will see how much they cost, fake outrage and haggle for a low-end one. My dad had one for business meetings, but it was only 45 minutes long and you have no idea how much government officials like to waste time bullshitting. Or maybe you do, you who have stood in line at the Ministry of Transport/DMV for three hours.
On that thought, most of Canada's government sounds like it came straight from "1984". Ministry of Aboriginial Affairs. Ministry of Transport. Ministry of Health. Ministry of goddamn Truth rar rar time for the two minute hate.
I finally got to calling and REACHING Bryce and Heather in relatively quick succession. Bryce sucks, he keeps hanging up after like 20 minutes every time I've called him. Why, brother, WHY?! Don't you love your own BROTHER?! You and me are like theeeeeeees! *twirls fingers*
Heather is awesome, mind you. She would want me to say HEATHER KNOWS THE SCORE in a loud voice. What the fuck I talk loud all the time anyways. We talked about video games, the path of the lesbian, and she did a phone sex imitation. That phone call would only have been more awesome if we had HAD phone sex. Perhaps I've...said too much. Nooo, I haven't. There are no details of my life that I won't share with you. Many people read my journal, but I like YOU best. And by you I mean me.
If I were on Jeopardy, I would probably bet everything in Final Jeopardy. Lately I've been right. I don't really watch it, but I'm typically around when it's on. That show is very humbling. It is like, if you think you are a smartass, you watch that show and get your ego handed to you. That show will totally ruin your shit if you let it. That show is like your abusive pimp Robo!!! That said, I kick ass at the wordplay clues.
Run-in with drugs, check.
Phone sex reference, check.
Slam at Bill O'Reilly, check.
This update is a go.