This one's pretty long
Pulse...check! Still alive! Haven't fallen off of a ladder, crashed my car, had ladders fly off of my car on the Queensway or had any other accidents involving cars or ladders.
Speaking of cars, mine is not unlike a leper at the moment, as day by day, its various pieces seem to either fall off or cease to work. Thankfully the casualties have been non-essential, which means I can still reach point B, albeit without a horn, hazard lights, back wipers, a working oil light, an adjustable seat, parking brakes, and up until last week, brakes period. My car has basically become a spy car, cause every time I turn it on, it leaves a smoke screen and an oil slick. The radio still works though. I have been able to lighten up dour and daily drives to Orleans listening to the incessant bitching of middle-aged hosers on CFRA (this isn't sarcasm, it's actually really entertaining).
Liz and I also celebrated our 2-year anniversary, and in typical "relationship-on-a-dime" fashion, we went camping. It was an absolute blast and perhaps the best weekend of the year. Seriously, fuck fancy hotels, $100 dinners and shiny baubles, I'd rather sit on a picnic table eating campfire dogs with a perfect girl than spend a week sipping champagne with one that's constantly trying to peck my eyes out.
Anyone who's seen my MSN name also knows that my computer has shit the bed. I had it plugged directly into the wall during a power out and it won't start back up again. This hurts because it's basically my stereo, DVD player, workstation, uhm, social hub, and well, my computer. Until I have the money to fix it, I have to make due with this buggy laptop in the middle of my kitchen.
And on that note, I don't know if it's just me, but I go absolutely shitfaced bananas when I'm doing something on the computer, and people are gazing over my shoulder asking questions about what they see on screen. Like, I don't feel like explaining zany popup ads to you, sorry. This shit happens constantly in my house. I swear, every member of the Linke family seems to be bred with a nose perfectly suited to wedge itself into other people's business. I can't even leave the door to my room open just a crack while I sleep cause people see it as an open invitation to start taking to me... while I'm asleep! Man, it's like how the last few weeks of school are always hell. Now that I'm out of here in just over a month, everyone's doing their best to ensure that my lasting memories of this place are fucking rotten!
If anyone sees me in the next few and asks me what I've been up to, the short answer is work. I know I promised comics about the new job, but the new job does not afford me enough time to make said comics. I'm about a third of a way through one now, but junky mclaptop's mouse has other plans, mainly ensuring that any smooth line I draw is capped off by a swift jerk upwards. I have been working very very hard though. Some jobs have been downright ridiculous. Cleaning the glass roof inside a mold-filled solarium on a bright, sunny, 35 degree day fucking SUCKS. I've noticed that since I started working this job, I've definitely been drinking way more, and way harder. I guess it's true what they say, you work hard, you play hard.
And a heads-up: probably in late august or early september, Liz and I will be having a huge going away/birthday party. Everyone reading thisis probably invited. Wafflers, flim-flammers and whipped BFs/GFs will not be tolerated. Details have yet to be hammered out but needless to say, we won't be playing Mario Party.
That's all for now.
Speaking of cars, mine is not unlike a leper at the moment, as day by day, its various pieces seem to either fall off or cease to work. Thankfully the casualties have been non-essential, which means I can still reach point B, albeit without a horn, hazard lights, back wipers, a working oil light, an adjustable seat, parking brakes, and up until last week, brakes period. My car has basically become a spy car, cause every time I turn it on, it leaves a smoke screen and an oil slick. The radio still works though. I have been able to lighten up dour and daily drives to Orleans listening to the incessant bitching of middle-aged hosers on CFRA (this isn't sarcasm, it's actually really entertaining).
Liz and I also celebrated our 2-year anniversary, and in typical "relationship-on-a-dime" fashion, we went camping. It was an absolute blast and perhaps the best weekend of the year. Seriously, fuck fancy hotels, $100 dinners and shiny baubles, I'd rather sit on a picnic table eating campfire dogs with a perfect girl than spend a week sipping champagne with one that's constantly trying to peck my eyes out.
Anyone who's seen my MSN name also knows that my computer has shit the bed. I had it plugged directly into the wall during a power out and it won't start back up again. This hurts because it's basically my stereo, DVD player, workstation, uhm, social hub, and well, my computer. Until I have the money to fix it, I have to make due with this buggy laptop in the middle of my kitchen.
And on that note, I don't know if it's just me, but I go absolutely shitfaced bananas when I'm doing something on the computer, and people are gazing over my shoulder asking questions about what they see on screen. Like, I don't feel like explaining zany popup ads to you, sorry. This shit happens constantly in my house. I swear, every member of the Linke family seems to be bred with a nose perfectly suited to wedge itself into other people's business. I can't even leave the door to my room open just a crack while I sleep cause people see it as an open invitation to start taking to me... while I'm asleep! Man, it's like how the last few weeks of school are always hell. Now that I'm out of here in just over a month, everyone's doing their best to ensure that my lasting memories of this place are fucking rotten!
If anyone sees me in the next few and asks me what I've been up to, the short answer is work. I know I promised comics about the new job, but the new job does not afford me enough time to make said comics. I'm about a third of a way through one now, but junky mclaptop's mouse has other plans, mainly ensuring that any smooth line I draw is capped off by a swift jerk upwards. I have been working very very hard though. Some jobs have been downright ridiculous. Cleaning the glass roof inside a mold-filled solarium on a bright, sunny, 35 degree day fucking SUCKS. I've noticed that since I started working this job, I've definitely been drinking way more, and way harder. I guess it's true what they say, you work hard, you play hard.
And a heads-up: probably in late august or early september, Liz and I will be having a huge going away/birthday party. Everyone reading thisis probably invited. Wafflers, flim-flammers and whipped BFs/GFs will not be tolerated. Details have yet to be hammered out but needless to say, we won't be playing Mario Party.
That's all for now.