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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I caught a glimpse of the Cynical Beast...! There is something rotting in this bedroom. I don't know what or where (I've looked under the bed, in the corners, everywhere!), but there is definitely something in here, decaying. It has that rotting flesh scent, you know? No? Not familiar with it? Well, I can vouch for this smell because it's very remniscent of the putrid stench that filled our house upon returning from 2 weeks vacation... Someone had removed a chicken from the freezer and placed it on top of the fridge to dig through and find something else, only to forget to replace the chicken in the freezer. So when we returned 2 weeks later, I followed the smell downstairs to find the freezer doors glued shut with dried blood, and a green chicken perched on top. Niiiiccceee. Trust me, it's not a smell you ever forget. So, I'm not sure what could possibly be decaying in this room - I thought maybe one of the cats had brought a 'present' in for Melanie and left it in here, but haven't found any decapitated mice yet. It's all a hazy mystery. I'm not convinced it's the 'entity' either... I'm denying that one for as long as possible... there has to be another explanation. There just has to. God, I hate poverty. More to the point, I hate owing money when I'm poor. The goddamned government is after me now, too... as if they haven't robbed me of enough coin in my lifetime! Bastards. BC Med is due - another $108 for the next couple months... bloody hell! What am I paying for, is what I'd like to know?! Incompetent doctors who can't complete employment physicals correctly? False-positive drug screens? A 14 month long wild goose chase to see specialists at the opposite ends of the earth for my poor Mom only to tell her that she's "undiagnosable"? Idiots who set my nephew's finger so badly that the hand specialist today asked whether he had done it himself??? Bollocks. Get yer shit together, asswipes, and then I'll happily give you all the money that I don't have. I'm trying to psych myself up for the next crappy little minimum-wage job that I know full well awaits me when I get back from Saskatchewan. I'm not having much luck. Any way you cut it, I'm going to have yet another pimple-faced supervisor, crap hours, small paycheques, and a butt-load of BS that I'll be forced to tolerate. Yeah, I know. I'm a real positive thinker, huh? Well, I'm a realist as well... I know how it works, I've been here before. The cruise people did send me an email a couple days ago indicating that I'm the next one on the plank - so to speak - and that it shouldn't be much longer... Yeah, well. I don't have much faith in that either. Their timelines seem to operate in a similar fashion to Asian train schedules... helter skelter; there's no telling when things might happen. I'm crossing my fingers that it's within the next 2 months, otherwise it's out the window. Damo's been trying to secure something in the USofA to get over here ASAP so that he can work and we can be together while we're still waiting for the Canuck permanent residency thing to come through, but he's not having much joy either. It's looking more and more like the gods are dangling this carrot in front of us on purpose. So close, and yet so far. Not too much else to report... I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, getting sorted for my big drive over to Saskatchewan tomorrow, but I can't bring myself to shut down the computer and MSN, just incase Damo logs on... I know, I'm pathetic. Piss off. I miss him. (Bingle) Pretty pumped about this big adventure of mine to the next province over... this will be my maiden voyage into Saskatchewan, and the furthest east I've ever been! Yee-Haaawwwww!!!! Good times. |