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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Horny Elk The bugling calls of horny elk and all four of my dog's paws pushing at my back have roused me from my restless sleep this early morning. So here I sit... once again... you, me & insomnia. No offense, but these are not counted among my favourite times. (yaawwwnn....) Although, to be honest, it's really the only time that I fire up the ol' blog these days. oi. I generally use the excuse that I lead a boring life and nothing worth writing about ever presents itself here in my quiet (sleepy), boring reality.... but the truth is, I just forget by the time I sit down to write! I am the ringmaster of latent insanity; it's everywhere - it's all around me. Trouble is, I'm prohibited from writing about a lot of it for danger of losing my job. Bummer. But let me say this; my current situation and surrounding pods definitely rival that of Bucky's. That's all I can say - I've already said too much. (..."I'm watching you Wisowski... alllllwaaaayyysss waaattcchhiiinnnnggggg"...) Feeling desperate for a holiday, despite having taken several days over the past couple months... it just never seems to be enough. Staring down the barrell at what feels like infinity of five on, two off. Oh. My. God. I'm a drone... Again. Of course, I'm no different from 99% of the people I know; we're all working for the man - logging more hours at "the office" than in our homes. But it's that 1% that's nagging at the back of my early-twenties mind that makes me yearn for those days of backpacking through countries, never knowing what the day will bring or where my head will lay that night. Not that I did a lot of that, but still. It's tugging at me... my feet are feeling itchy. Damn people with their damned adventures, frolicking hither and thither and posting photos of it all!!! Why do I have to know them, anyway?! As my eloquent, culturally-sensitive sister Emmy would say, "How UGLY of them to post their own pictures anyway!" Goddamnit I'm tired. That bloody pup has claimed our bed as the pinnacle of his territory... it's a disgrace. I can't believe I've been muscled out of my own bed by a 17 lb canine. I am...so weak. Pathetic, is more like it. Who gets bossed by a puppy? It's ridiculous. And slightly humiliating. Not to mention exhausting. I can't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep in my bed... That's just sad. Been out for a few adventures in the LUV BUS this past month --- absolutely brilliant. So much fun. We've discovered that we both love camping. Well, what we call camping. I know it's not "real" camping (i.e. to redneck standards), as it doesn't involve bushwhacking 10 miles into the forest, shitting on a tree stump, eating what you manage to kill that day, or wrestling grizzlies... but it DOES involve campfires, waking up to fresh air, outhouses and fa-REEZING cold dips in the lake. So there! We're somewhere inbetween Redneck and R.V. Park. Which means, we pay for camping & firewood... just not as much. We are the Happy Medium... as always. One hour til the alarm goes off (godDAMNIT!)... think I'll go stick my elbow in that pup's back and see if I can't rob him of a few inches of mattress... Bonne Soire!!! ... er... Matain. Whatever. |