Oh. Well.

Isn't that just new and exciting?

One thing leads to another, and so on.

It's another day, but it's the same old.

Cliches are clichés for a good reason, I suppose.


I think that I've come to the conclusion that I am speeding towards and impasse of sorts, with very few directions to go. Or at least, very few I have not already travelled. I am genuinely curious as to what future me is going to do.

I read an article on the Iams pet food company's animal testing today. Little disturbing.

I am usually for animal testing. Certain things are both potentially dangerous and potentially beneficial, and it is likely much better to work the kinks out on a mouse than a person.

That said, if your food or makeup is so potentially dangerous that you need to run clinical lab trials on animals before releasing it, maybe you should just focus a little more on making safer products than working out the issues with dangerous ones. Seems like it would not be hard to do, really.

The boredom, she crushes!

Je pouvais parle Francais, es que tu savais sa? La conjugation est difficule parce que j'ai pas mon Bescherel.

La putain Bescherel. Beaucoup de mon temp dans l'ecole, mon seul desire ete de tue l'auter de cette bestiol livre.

C'est un petit peux comic - je utilise mon francais plus frequentment dans mon occupation ici que quand j'avez habite dans Ontario.

Je ne pas avez beacoup de chance de l'ecrive, est pour cette raison, la poste ici est francophone.


But wait, there's more.


Gutentag Frauline,

Mine schwanz ist gut, ya?

Arbeit macht frei, und das ist gut ebenfalls.

Der juden ist nicht gut, und ist verboten in diesm laden.

Achtung, Spitfire!

Alle mein Deutsch is von kriegsfilme oder von Herr Rocco, zeigt es?

A beshite, Frau!


And


Mucho Gusto Senorita,

Mi yamo Steve.

Es un gato loco dans mi pantalones.

Voya cortarte bueno, pendeco!

Su tia es su tio trata on matar.

Quitate las bragas, es los mandar a mi.

Sublime me apprendire espaniol, and boy, am I ever glad I'm not stuck in Mexico.


Yup. Super fucking bored. I should not have slept all day.

No money down
It was a real good deal
So I bought me a brand new automobile
The price was right
And just within my reach
Now I spend my afternoons just cruising at the beach
They checked my credit
And it wouldn't take me far
So they came to find me at the beach and repossessed my car

I got service with a smile.

You say you want perfection; I want self destruction

The best part about working with your hands, or standing around pretending to work with your hands, is that it gives you plenty of time to be quiet and introspective.

What it really got me thinking about was yanking apart the Blazer and dropping that '46 Chev body on the frame with my Dad when I was younger. Ok, so maybe I know a bit more about cars then I let on. Sometimes it's just nice not knowing everything, and having someone else in the room be the teacher.

I think that's really my biggest regret in life. I never learned anything important from my parents, even when they felt up to trying to teach me something. They didn't like me enough to try much of the time, and I didn't like them enough to pay attention when they did.

The old man is really sick now, and I don't think there's a lot of time left. I'd like to think that I can gather up all those little pearls of wisdom before it's too late, but the simple truth is that, as always, I've come up just a little short.

On the more positive side, I think I live a life that they are really proud of. I just wish I could be a little happier about it all.




And on a far more positive note, I'd forgotten how much I like Tsunami Bomb.

P.S.

Pssst, the capital is Wellington. Though as my old drinking buddy Bonnie will tell you, Auckland has much more to do.

And then, I wake up on the living room floor at one in the afternoon, covered by cats, and I REMEMBER why there is no drinking on week nights.

On the positive side of that, I guess I got today off! Which is nice. My days off have been horrifically full for the last few weeks, not to mention that I really dislike my job and would rather not be there anyway.

Logan is requesting money. I can't help but think of his girlfriend who doesn't work who I just moved up here for him, and the several hundred dollars worth of liquor sitting in his cupboards, also bought when the girlfriend moved up. I think about the guy who still lives there who doesn't pay rent.

Oh well, I guess I drank a good chunk of that liquor last night. What are buddies for, anyway, if not to drink your booze?


Speaking of Logan's girlfriend, I ended up having a great chat with Mackenize in the wee hours of the morning. You were right, she is less mentally repulsive than early indications. It helped that I was really hammered and quite melancholic with Alanna thoughts, and in need of a good, irreverent giggle. Really, the only uncomfortable part was that she kept talking about Logan's ex, and how she always wants to be friends with Mackenzie, and how that's awkward, and why is she like that?

I did not have the heart to tell the truth, mostly because I have no desire to pack all her shit up and move her back to Grande Prairie only a week after her arrival.

Oh well, they'll figure it out, I'm sure.