Waiting For Something To Happen
Interesting if you enjoy seeing someone’s brains splattered across the screen-not literally you sicko…Basically this bad-boy has become a source of cheap therapy.Archive for March, 2009
Another day spent home from work…
Another day spent home from work, feeling ill, all that good stuff. This helps a bit though.
Passion Pit – Sleepy Head
“moncton sex twitter”
Of all the bizarrely random search terms used to find this blog, this is by far the best.
“moncton sex twitter”
Not only do I hope they found it, but I’m thinking of heading there myself.
After I mend though – right now the flu has knocked me onto my ass, sometimes literally with some random dizzy spells. That, and the insane night sweats….Jesus….so gross….oh, and let us not forget the yellow shit I coughed up this morning.
Ugh.
If I survive, we’ll all head for the Moncton Sex Twitter.
Trash bottles.
Hey all,
So really nothing new or relevant to relay to you all, I just felt like killing five minutes.
Oh wait, I guess I could bitch about how I can’t get out of the lease a month early. Seems the classy thing to do would have been to let me after a rent cheque bounced. If I can’t find a one month subletter / one year lease signer to help me out, I will take up smoking 2 packs a day in here while listening to the worst techno at 11 (I got me a Spinal Tap stereo) until I get asked to leave.
I’ll put the place on Kijiji and hope I get some hits. The idea of paying $200 less a month, even if only for the summer, has me hopeful for my bank account balance.
I suppose also related is how much I despise the people downstairs. I willingly put up with their noise thinking like most places, the deal goes both ways, so occasionally I can have something loud right? Apparently not. Wasn’t even loud really, all I was doing was watching the BSG miniseries in the bedroom – was late, like 2 a.m., but really they have been worse. Anyway, long story short, I hear a thumping from downstairs – very distinct as in “knock it off”. I have to assume this was for me. I swore loudly and turned it down, but I was pissed…..even more so when the thumping occurred at sunrise that next morning. Maybe revenge? Who knows.
All I want to know is why did the skinny old hag downstairs finally decide now to get a goddamn job? (I’m guessing she stopped being a prostitute and decided to earn a legitimate living)
Whatever. Their radio was so loud this morning I could hear the morning zoo crew talking. Better believe the foot hit the floor. Swearing occurred too, because I know if I yell they can hear me.
Trash bottles. Don’t ask, joke from work. instant messaging mistakes created the insult of the night. Trash bottle. That’s what downstairs is, that, and dirty clap-having whores with the worst taste in music. Sorry to hear Skynard won’t be playing the Hill this summer, something about them all being dead, but enjoy AC/DC – I expect that will be blasted every night soon enough.
Hi, my name is Lee, and I occasionally like to cut people up with my wit to make myself feel like a big man.
“Hey nice sweater whore, but my grandfather called and he wants his old man sweater with a deer imprint back”
I feel like 10 inches now easy with that one.
Note: I’m not sure I have ever seen anyone down there wearing such sweaters, I just assume that their taste in clothes is like their taste in music – old, wore out, and they only have three outfits.
Well there you go, guess I did have something to type after all.
…yet I just go through the check out, come home, and well, in this case, clean my bathroom and take out the garbage.
I’ve just noticed something about myself, I seem to be somewhat detached from situations others agonize over. Case in point, say you’re at the grocery store (which I was very recently), and you notice some attractive people you assume are single based on their grocery cart contents, but you’re fixated on negotiating the busy store since it’s Saturday and the families are out in full force moving slowly, blocking isles, children freak out wanting candy – the usual. But, say you’re all in various lineups and there is nothing left to do but wait and maybe look at the magazines (which I always do) and glancing around you see some of these potentially attractive singles waiting as well in other lines, looking around or at magazines……yes there is a point here….as far as I know, most single people my age are supposed to use this as an opportunity to make eyes at, flirt, do what the fuck it is you do with strangers you find easy on the eyes….am I right?
Well, not only do I not, but I don’t even care to. I even think someone may have been looking at me – more than once even – but maybe that’s just my paranoia speaking (definitely not my ego as I don’t see myself being that interesting)…..yet I just go through the check out, come home, and well, in this case, clean my bathroom and take out the garbage.
Not sure if this means I’m broken, just over-analyze things when I have the free time to think (such as say driving home), or I’m blessed in that I honestly don’t need to be paired up unless it’s really worth it to be…..hopefully the answer is (c).
…I can barely type this for cats in my face.
So update time – I’m so broke at the moment I had my rent cheque bounce and since my bank won’t give me overdraft, I got to not only scrounge the money up, I got to pay for everyone’s insufficient funds coverage costs……fantastic….don’t worry though, I’ll get the bank back….I’m cashing in some invests to give my bank account a better balance, and I’m letting them know why when I do it.
Might mess with my applying to school – those applications are expensive.
Speaking of, Dalhousie was very receptive to me applying, UNB not so much at first, citing a need for academic references (which really I can’t get)….I replied back saying thanks, but no thanks then….but yet after their March 15 deadline, I got another email saying I should apply anyway…..methinks perhaps they didn’t receive the application volume they had hoped for…..
Somewhat related to the school option, thanks to Facebook work more or less knows I’m thinking of it as an option, so that, combined with me being quite vocally annoyed with not being challenged and bored, has led me to having new responsibilities – basically I walk the call floor, answering questions, and if I have to, talk to pissed off customers and help them out – which can include following the situation for the whle week to see if it gets fixed. It is a challenge I admit, and where I’m doing so in the department I just entered a month and a half ago, I have a hell of a learning curve….but at this point they’ll do everything to keep me there. (except promote me – thank you economic downturn)
It’s not all bad news however, I have a apartment on the horizon, with a reduced rent as I ‘ll be something of a quiet caretaker for some friends who initially didn’t want their downstairs rented, but would appreciate the help on the mortgage. It’s only for the summer, but it’ll let me save money again instead of ending the month with maybe $50 after all the bills/food/cat needs have been bought and paid for for.
Well that’s all….I can’t be witty or interesting right now because I’m exhausted from walking all week and being yelled at, and right now these cats are bloodsuckers – if you’re time was indeed blood – so needy right now I can barely type this for cats in my face.
*EDIT* Also I forgot to mention I’m going to give the BSG a go…..after reading so much about it lately I figured what the hell, why not…..season 1 being procured as I type.
…yet another internet time vampire…
Jesus Christ someone stop me…..yet another internet time vampire….Blip.FM, make some playlists, waste some time, play DJ, realize 24 hours has disappeared while you were on it…..here’s mine.
“seminal”
Some days I regret not having two lives so that I could sell one to rock ‘n’ roll. Playing in bands until I’m in my 50s, drinking and smoking all the time, potentially being part of a few bands that would be critically acclaimed as “seminal” in their respective cities (Iwould move to Europe and be part of the scene there, bringing back to North America some fresh funky beats to liven up the local scene).
In reality I’m much happier being the guy who will instead invest his extra income in an RRSP and just gets noticed reading books about the 500 best rock and punk singles ever at work and have the comment “Wow I never thought you’d be reading that type of book” leveled at them. Guess I play up the responsible working stiff quite well.
If only they all knew.
Much respect to all those who did sell their soul to rock ‘n’ roll. I may not have agreed with the idea of spending the majority of my life playing in bars to 5 or 6 friends and the band members of the other acts on the bill for the better part of the shows…..or being 35 and still thinking that the next album I put out will be the one that changes everything from “hobby” to “day job”……and getting lung cancer at 42 not because I was smoking so much – although I was – but more from always playing bars and having the overwhelming second-hand smoke take me out……and now I forgot where this was going.
Excuse me, I need to check the status of my mutual fund. Buy low, sell high, am I right?
I’m having song-writer’s block.
I won’t talk about money, because those problems just got worse today and I’ll need some fancy footwork to get out of it.
Nothing that hasn’t been done before though.
I have however come to a realization in another department. As far as relationships go, I think I figured out what I’m ultimately looking for…..I suppose I’m really looking for someone with the confidence and assertiveness to want to be successful and a member of a partnership…..but who will also daydream with me about abandoning it all and having a traveling family band.
That more or less sums it up.
