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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Most UNlikely to Sleep... GodDAMNIT! Being awake in the middle of the night pisses me off, man. Especially when I'm absolutely shattered, but for whatever reason sleep just won't come to me. Grrrrrrrr. And of course it only ever happens when I have to work in the morning... never on the weekend, never when I work a later start time... always in the morning. The gods hate me. Re-enter my life as an endless purgatory. Oh, and I have another new zit. Another one. Yippee! No wonder everyone takes me for a fifteen year old. Bloody Hell. Nothing much to write about; I have a zit and I can't sleep. Fuck. No wonder my readership has declined... can't really expect word to spread and people to flock to this kind of entertainment. Living with Luba is proving to be a geyser of material, but I'm not allowed to use any of it... she threatens me, and I am homeless, so should probably respect her (somewhat). If she were more anonymous it would be no problem, but there are people reading (supposedly!) who know her, so it's been kyboshed. Too bad. Otherwise, I'd tell you about how she came bouncing out of her bedroom last night wearing her ginch and a T-shirt that read 'UCLA', sat down next to me, thrust her chest out and asked, "Does this T-shirt make me look smart???" Oh, definitely. Especially when you stick your tits out like that.. and particularly combined with your ginch that read 'Most likely to succeed' on the ass... Very Smart. God bless Luba. But, like I said... not allowed to write about her here. (N.B. Anyone from work reading this, you are sworn to keeping this info re: Luba's undies to yourself!!! Otherwise I'll put a password on the blog... I mean it!) As shocking as seeing her bounce around in her ginch was to me the first time I saw it... and I wished she'd shared this little tidbit of information with me prior to my moving in..., I have to admit that it's still the safer option to living with Naked Pam. Ginch beats out No-Ginch any day. Well, piss on it. It's time for me to try this sleep thing again. But, before I do, I have a recognition that I must do... I'm sure I'm in the dog house because my brother Ryan's birthday went Whoosh! right past me without me acknowledging it due to absolute, honest forgetfulness. Bollocks. Sorry, Ry. And while I'm at it, Tomorrow (well, today, actually) is brother Kris's birthday as well... SO!
Love and miss you to bits... hope you're having fun, whatever you're doing. XOXOXOX!!!! |