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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 2:32 pm
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 2:41 pm
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:06 pm
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:10 pm
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There are times that I hate my friends...Well, a certain friend, anyway.
We're all over at my place, playing DDR, and this guy keeps ******** with my settings when I'm on the pad (We're playing two player, and sense there's four of us, two are off) when he's off the pad. I tell him to knock it off, but does he? No...So I get pissed, he goes all defensive and leaves. b*****d...
This isn't the first time he's done crap like this, either...
Anyway, pointless rant, I know, but yeah...
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 1:12 pm
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 2:12 pm
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Whether in spite of reality or delusion, we create a world as unreal and complete in mystery. We sometimes commit such esoteric acts. And it is, without question, the motif, our own drive, that builds our character. But to dilute oneself with the entirety of such fictitious illustrations, such worlds very much not our own, one might ask: What worse altercation than to succumb to reality, uttering defeat without confronting the issue. Presenting Acquiescent, without complying to some of one's own ill, seems peremptorily truculent.
But maybe this is all my fault.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 5:46 pm
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I'm happy. We went yard-saling today....made out like dirty little thieves! Some stuff we got free: a nice big oriental rug, various vases, candle holders, mugs, glasses, a floor lamp Some stuff we only spent about $40 on: soup mugs, an electric wok thingie, an electic toaster, a big overstuffed easy chair, an electric blender, some storage containers and a flour sifter...
And lots of other random crap like that. I'm excited about the rug. It's big, it almost completely covers our living room floor, and it will match our furniture perfectly while hiding our ugly carpet! And it's in good shape too! Needs some light cleaning, and maybe even a shampoo, but other than that it's in really great condition!
Did you eat me, Shoki?!
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:12 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:49 pm
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Back from vacation. Boy, lots to put down, but I'm only gonna give highlights. You want details, IM me or something. I'm so tired and horny......I haven't had an orgasm in a whole week.....T.T
I already posted about my little cousin telling me to wipe his own a** for him. If he tries that with me again, I won't do it. Sorry, but kid's his age need to learn how to wipe their own a**. What a mess.
Second night in my grandmother's house, my grandfather's legs give out on him and he falls on the ground and we can't get him to get up. I blame this on his leading a fairly sedentary lifestyle, which comprises of sitting in a lazyboy and watching tv and never going anywhere or doing anything. It took my grandmother, me, and my uncle (who has a bum leg) just to get him onto his bed. Jesus. I'm scarred for life after that s**t.
Third day, I'm bit on the knuckle by the neighbor's dog, who I had previously been acquainted with. Fiend.....at least I didn't get rabies from the damn thing.
Fifth day, my cousins and I go to the lake. We're just walking around, talking, and the eldest cousin asks me if I'll move back to Illinois. I say no, and he tells me "But there are people like you out here! People that understand you!" and I suddenly feel uneasy. Could he mean that he has an inkling that......that I'm gay?! I've never told them......though I'm sure he's noticed me looking at him sometimes. I'm not in love with him or anything, I'm just......admiring him. He's got a lean body like I only dream of, and he's tall, almost six foot three. I admire his body and am jealous....but I am not in love with him. Freaked me out.
I want to find someone to talk to so bad, to be with, but I'm shy.......dammit, why can't I have someone like Sheol to take me out clubbing so I'm not such a damn turtle!?
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 10:49 am
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Blegh, mom's pulling a s**t fit again. God I'm getting tired of these. =_='
Lately I've started working at a chocolate workshop on the outskirts of town, and although I'm working on contract (0.025$ per wrapped/boxed/bagged tablet, every step being a pay increment) rather than an hourly wage, I've been liking the job a lot. I'd been sending resume's all over town to all the greenhouses and shops and everything except the morgue so far, and /no one/ was hiring me, even though a lot of places had "URGENT HELP NEEDED" signs up.
This place? Naaaah. The boss greets me on the day I show up, he offers me a test day while I'm there, and hired me on the spot after seeing what I could do rather than just try judging me off whatever criteria all the other places seem to be on.
But yeah, so, this morning one of the greenhouses finally calls back. The conversation was pretty short, I told him I had already found a job since, but I asked for the hourly wage and work conditions to compare. Concluded that I'm better off keeping my job.
I had the choice of working a job in a cool environment (18C), sitting, with a flexible schedule, an understanding boss, carpool and a tuesday-saturday schedule or a job that pays about 50 cents more per hour, but be stuck on a mandatory mon-fri schedule in a hot (25-30C) environment with no ride and no flexible schedule, standing up all day (and walking around all the time).
Considering I still have specialist appointments to get to every now and then, I won't have a choice but to take some days off, and every other job I've had except my current job always bitched about it. :/
Oh well. Not my problem. If she likes that greenhouse job so much, she can go and take it herself. They're closing in two months; then what am I supposed to do, be jobless for another 5 months? Bleh.
On another family-oriented note, I'm really starting to get tired of their constant bullshit. I already pay their Internet, TV and phone bills, and I've been lending them money left and right for gas, and soon I need to start giving mom money for a stupid loan she took. =_= Not to mention I'm already cleaning the house for them every few days, taking care of the animals, and my siblings as well.
And what do I cost them? Ur, lessee. I spend 99.9% of my home time in the same room (which I even pay monthly for), I just toss my clothes in the same wash as them and I eat their tablescraps. My meals for a week cost less than a week's worth of my sister's stupid yogourt tubes, which she only eats because she can't stand fruit chunks in regular yogourt pots. Of course, she's eight, and because of that, mom goes out and buys an ENTIRELY different set of groceries for meals JUST for her because she doesn't want to deal with teaching her to be less finicky about meals. =_=
Of course, my folks don't thank me /AT ALL/ for showing them how to use Bittorrent to watch movies for free (nearly free, it's just part of the internet download bill, which is still cheaper). Noooo. I've found a way for them to get around their monthly 75+$ movie rentals and all they do is whine and b***h more about me being a moneysink when I pay for almost everything I use. :/ Oh yeah, my ONE lamp and the computer are such an electric bill, it's CWAZEH. It certainly can't be because they use the dishwasher all the time and I hand-wash everything. No, not a chance. It couldn't be. Or all the lights my sister keeps leaving on in the house all day long for no reason.
Gawd, mom even makes me pay for a stupid cellphone that doesn't even pick up signal out here. How plain dumb is that?
I'm seriously starting to think about moving out again. But this time I know I can't do it alone. I just don't have enough in me to survive gong through working 6 days a week and paying everything on my own. I mght call the social worker at one of the clinics I frequent. I might be able to get her to help me or support groups that can help point me n the right direction. I /know/ there's a few apartment buildings in Montreal made sepcifically for MtFs in difficulty, if I could just find a way to get into one I could probably get things going for myself again.
Eh, but for now it's mostly theoretics. I need to dig up more info first.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 12:28 pm
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