Saturday, November 28, 2009

A New Take.

Nearly pissed myself for Animals part.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

It's All Coming Back To Me Now.

Sing the title to Celine Dion's melody


Two days in a row of real work.
I mean physically exerting myself.
Its been 2 months since I last had to.
That's horrible.

Fuck am I tired.

Monday, November 23, 2009


This is the last known image of me clean shaven.
August 9th, 2008.
471 days.
A new personal record.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Barney To My Ted.

I need a new wing man STAT.
This dry spell is becoming epic.
In a bad way.

Thursday, November 19, 2009


Let me get this straight:
people are complaining about seeing laundry drying on a clothes line?
Because it looks too "trailer-trash?"
And are enforcing it with fines?


When did this happen to our society?
When did we become a bunch of overly-sensitive fuck faces?
To have to pass laws taking power away from people trying to pass fines for air-drying laundry.

Are we not in the middle of an economic crisis?
Are we not wasting more enegery daily?
Is this planet not in enough of a fragile state?


Im sorry but I just cannot wrap my head around this.
It infuriates me to even think about.
Whats next?
No leaving your 1992 Ford in the driveway?
Too redneck for some I suppose.

This is a slippery slope we're headed down.
If this is the kind of shit thats going to continue to happen,
then all hope is lost.

Common sense really is dead.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


From the movie Dodgeball:

"Well keep your chin up, there's someone out there for everybody."

"You think?"

You know in some cases, there's two somebodies for one person.
I like to call that the jackpot."


That's the world I want to live in.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Still Kicking.

Forget that 3/4 of the band are from a former christian rock band.
This song got me through some of the worst times of my life.
Now it'll see me through some of the most crucial.

Saturday, November 14, 2009


There is something that has been festering in my head.
And the more I think about it the more it aggravates me.

I fell in love with photography because a camera let me express myself how I wanted.
But a camera has its limitations.
I've learned a lot about how to work inside the confines of those limitations.
I'm no pro, but I do alright.

Im always on flickr looking at others' shots.
Im jealous, mad, upset that I can't make mine look like theirs.
Their colors, their clarity, their ability to capture it all.

All a fucking lie.
They don't take those shots with their cameras.
Sure they're great photographers, and they know their stuff.
But they doctor their shit up like I cannot believe.

Am I jealous because I don't know how to use photoshop?
Or because Im just not that good of a photographer?
Or is it because I refuse to falsify my shots?

Either way,
It irks me to no end knowing that the only reason their photos look so good,
is because they cheated.
It takes a lot of skill and knowledge to consistently turn out truly awe inspiring work without any major editing.
Im sure I could learn how to use photoshop.
But it would cheapen the creative process.
Take the integrity out of it.
And I will refuse it for as long as I can.

But holy fuck, am I jealous.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Ah-hah Sherlock, A Clue!

An answer as to why I've been feeling invincible lately:

The best season of the year is finally here.

Thursday, November 12, 2009


So I'm a wee bit confuzzled.
Maybe even unsure.
Why, do you ask?

I spent about 4 years of my life wanting nothing more than to be 23.
I don't even know why.
All's I do know is 23 was a magic number.

Having lived through the past year,
I can definately say it was a big year.
The highest of the highs,
the lowest of the lows.

Now I don't know what to do.
I'm 24.
What comes next?

Guess now I begin:
"The Great Wait For 28"

I dunno.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Stepping It Up A Notch.

Tips for saving money towards moving out:

Want to save money on toiletries?
Its simpler than you think.

When your night of party-going is over,
don't just wash the gel out of your hair.

Simply dampen your hair,
moisten the gel,
and re-style!

This tip on saving towards moving out brought to you by:

A cheap mother fucker.

Rock On... Bitcheees!

Happy Birthday me

Sentimental In My Own Way

To our troops overseas.

In the hopes you will see home again.

"Every broken enemy will know,

That their opponent had to be invincible."

Thursday, November 05, 2009

OK. Im Done.

This is a notice to all:

Im done.

Fuck this drama.

Screw all the bullshit.

I want no part of it.

I thought we were all mature enough to handle it.

Apparently we are not.

If you need to say something to me regarding all this,


Im not going to tip toe around anything anymore.

I've learned my lesson.

If at the end of the day we cant all move forward together,

Then Ill pick a new course.

This soap opera shit just isnt for me.


Isn't it funny how we as people can't seem to let ourselves be happy?
The more I look, listen and read,
the more I come to realize a lot of us shoot ourselves in the foot.
I'm a prime example.
For some fucking reason, every time I find myself in a good place,
I do something to blow it up.

I've read many blogs in the last few days,
mainly because I'm bored as shit.
I have picked out a common theme:
Unhappiness/ dissatisfaction.
Almost bordering on unfulfilment.

Are we that fickle?
Do we really require that much in our lives?
Why is it the simple pleasures are no longer enough?

I fall into that trap all too often.
I get too caught up in trying to keep pace with a society in fast forward.
I lose my perspective on the little things that bring a smile to my face.
At my core I am an extreme simpleton.
So all this hustle and bustle,
this need to constantly have more, do more, be more,
makes me miserable.

So my advice to myself, and anyone else who cares to listen is this:
Stop trying to keep up with everything else.
Put the gun down,
and let yourself enjoy life.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Pickled Tink.

I finally did it.
I Served Notice To End Tenancy.
Yes, that deserved to be capitalized.
It's a big step towards my grandest of goals.

Talk about an understatement.

In a maximum of four months, I'll be on my own.
It's been a very long time coming.
And while I know this won't be easy,
seeings as I'm a lazy ass too much of the time,
it is what I need.

I need to learn to take care of myself.
Or atleast learn if I can,
and how much I'm capable of.
I'll learn some much needed responsibility.

And I can throw my own parties for once.
Cause I won't lie, I feel like a moocher always going to other's houses.

Im the end though, my biggest need for this stems from a recent event.
This need for independancy fueled my breakup.
And to not go through with this would be evil.
Which isn't to say it's my main motivation.
Just one more reason to do it.

In four months,
you're all invited to the house warming.