Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Does everything that goes up come down? This is a perfect example of why I sometimes hate my life. I just spent the better part of an hour on an entry, only to hit one small little button by accident and completely lose the entire thing. I love being me. It's awesome. So, let's give it another go... Strap on your ice skates and call Ripley's Believe it or Not, kiddies, because Hell has officially frozen over... Clint Nay is a breeder. Yes, yes. Yes, yes. I told him that I would have to consult my bible to confirm, but I'm pretty sure that this is one of the 12 signs of the Apocolypse. The only thing left now is for Greg to get married, and then the boys know their instructions... Priority-Post razor blades to Holly - no need for gift wrap. I cannot believe the way that these events have unfolded the last few years. I never would have guessed that both boys would first march down the aisle (willingly, I might add!), and now this foray into parenthood. Not that I'm anything less than absolutely giddy with excitement for them...! I just never thought I'd see the day that they would enter into a world of domestic bliss, that's all... Amazing how things turn out. I called the parents tonight because I knew they'd be just as pumped as I am about Clint & Rozzy's news. Apparently while I was talking to Mom, Dad entered the room. "Good news?", he asked Mom. She nodded. "Somebody pregnant?" Again, she nodded. "Is Holly pregnant?" At this point my Mom broke conversation with me to slander Dad's mental capacity. My Dad. What a guy. In the four years that I spent away at university, I think Dad and I spent a total of 20 minutes talking on the phone. Each of our conversations would follow the same pattern: "Hi Dad." Later, when I lived in Vancouver with Whatshisname, our conversations would follow a slightly different pattern. "Hi Dad." So one night, I decided to call him on it. "Hey Dad." I can't win for losing. God I love that man! Almost as exciting as Clint & Rozzy's news is the fact that I only have 3 days left of work in Bucksville. The bad news is, I haven't given my notice yet. I know, I know... I'm a chickenshit and am scared to have the conversation with Bucky. It's partly my martyr syndrome keeping me from telling them, but I know that mainly it's that pathetic child in me that desperately needs acceptance. I can't handle having people not like me... although I know I should be used to it by now. Tomorrow. I'll definitely tell Bucky tomorrow. (maybe) And tomorrow brings me into single digits until I meet my man in Aus. Can't WAIT. Hang on to your hats, kiddies, because once the two of us unite, the world will be forever changed. Basic laws of Physics like gravity may be altered. "The Damo and Hollster Show". An Aussie and a Redneck... guaranteed mayhem. BRING IT!!!!! |