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Haaaa, so school is over again, summer approaching. Am immensely proud of myself for learning stuff over the past year, mildly shamed of my aberrant behaviour last summer, but pretty much ready to giverr these next six months or so.
Back to the park, strange environment of crazy mediocrity. Unfortunately, standards are up, and they are not willing to let me back into my apparently against-regulation supervisor position, so less money, but also less responsibility. Too bad, I was looking forward to my second attempt at leadership. The real question now is if my boys have come back and if the new peeps will be cool and sane. Luckily, at least one person in that equation will be sane, and that person is me, thank god. Not so much sane last summer, definitely some odd behaviour on my part, which I really hope nobody cares about enough to remember. Ah well, pretty sure I can redeem myself in the next few months anyway, and hot damn am I happy not to be working for Bowring anymore, wooooo.
As my father says every time I come home from Bowring, I put the ARRR! in Retail. Much true.
There is much to tell, lots of great times with Maryam and new friend Sam, lots of glorious art projects and I've been painting again, though not so much writing. Been getting far too drunk and spending all sorts of cash this last week, because I expect this to be my only vacation this summer. Also finished amazing book Infidel, which everyone and their sister should read to expand their brains. Still trying to slag through bell hooks book, and Shrinking Cities, but there will be time, there will be time. Also, reading Laurel K porn. Very nice.
I'm volunteering for Luminato this summer, and hoping to volunteer with Oxfam later on, I'll keep posting on like the six online blogs I have to keep things fresh. Until then...off to fair fair Windsoria tomorrow...hopefully will not go insane from boredom behind the wheel for four hours. Time to buy a new and overpriced CD! If only there were Laurell K books on tape. Porn! Nothing but porn!
Passing Toronto: Oh Jean Claude. I'm so badass, I don't need to sleep with you. In fact, I'm pissed off at you right now and feeling petty so NO SEX FOR YOU.
Passing Oakville: Oh Jean-Claude/Richard/Micah/Nathanial/possibly Jason!
Passing London: Cock! Metaphysical orgasm! Five cocks at once! Vampire politics!
London: Orgy!
London: Wereleopard politics.
Chatham: Orgy!
Wow, that would be embarassing at the truck stop. Maybe its for the best that it isn't on tape after all.
Back to the park, strange environment of crazy mediocrity. Unfortunately, standards are up, and they are not willing to let me back into my apparently against-regulation supervisor position, so less money, but also less responsibility. Too bad, I was looking forward to my second attempt at leadership. The real question now is if my boys have come back and if the new peeps will be cool and sane. Luckily, at least one person in that equation will be sane, and that person is me, thank god. Not so much sane last summer, definitely some odd behaviour on my part, which I really hope nobody cares about enough to remember. Ah well, pretty sure I can redeem myself in the next few months anyway, and hot damn am I happy not to be working for Bowring anymore, wooooo.
As my father says every time I come home from Bowring, I put the ARRR! in Retail. Much true.
There is much to tell, lots of great times with Maryam and new friend Sam, lots of glorious art projects and I've been painting again, though not so much writing. Been getting far too drunk and spending all sorts of cash this last week, because I expect this to be my only vacation this summer. Also finished amazing book Infidel, which everyone and their sister should read to expand their brains. Still trying to slag through bell hooks book, and Shrinking Cities, but there will be time, there will be time. Also, reading Laurel K porn. Very nice.
I'm volunteering for Luminato this summer, and hoping to volunteer with Oxfam later on, I'll keep posting on like the six online blogs I have to keep things fresh. Until then...off to fair fair Windsoria tomorrow...hopefully will not go insane from boredom behind the wheel for four hours. Time to buy a new and overpriced CD! If only there were Laurell K books on tape. Porn! Nothing but porn!
Passing Toronto: Oh Jean Claude. I'm so badass, I don't need to sleep with you. In fact, I'm pissed off at you right now and feeling petty so NO SEX FOR YOU.
Passing Oakville: Oh Jean-Claude/Richard/Micah/Nathanial/possibly Jason!
Passing London: Cock! Metaphysical orgasm! Five cocks at once! Vampire politics!
London: Orgy!
London: Wereleopard politics.
Chatham: Orgy!
Wow, that would be embarassing at the truck stop. Maybe its for the best that it isn't on tape after all.