Saturday night - The Oil snap a five game winless streak (barely), and I get called a homosexual. Actually those two topics are completely unrelated, but who cares. Yes, the oilers won for the first time in something like a month. And then I was talking with Dean on ICQ (but it was actually Rob using Dean's comp), and he starts talking trash. And if you know anything about Rob, that's all he ever does. Talk trash. Like it makes him feel like a man when he uses phrases like "I'm gonna kick your ass" or "It's OVAH for YOU!" gee... that hurts. And here's the kicker. He starts going off about how my sex life is best described by a big black screen with the words GAME OVER in red. Coming from the guy who draws naked cartoon girls. Oh, and he posts intelligent stuff like this on the internet. But clearly, he must be right. Someone this intelligent can't be wrong.

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stepped into the elevator tonight to find a box of old clothes and misc. stuff that somebody was giving away. It had a label that read: free jeans and stuff. About 20 minutes later, I stepped into the elevator again, and about 5 items were left: two spatulas, some socks, and a black thong. Who gives away underwear? Honestly, that's gross (except when a stripper gives you hers cause you've spent 487 bucks on her - that's a prize). I'm gonna hope tomorrow when I step into the elevator, the thong will not have been taken or I'll be seriously disturbed...
adieu all... to be continued??

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Prepare for the ONSLAUGHT as George prepares to take over the corporate world. This is phase one of the plan.

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once again, it's been a couple days. not much to update on. except that I HATE BANKS!!! ESPECIALLY ROYAL BANK! WORST FRICKING BANK EVER!!! I lost my client card about 3 weeks ago, so I called them, and they issued me a new one (was supposed to arrive in the mail w/n 10 business days). That was 3 weeks ago. I call them again today, and they ask all these security questions. But not questions that I would know the answers to (ie: date of birth, address, SIN #). No. They ask what my client card number is. I FUCKING LOST IT! HOW THE FUCK DO I READ YOU THE NUMBER WHEN I FUCKING LOST THE GOD DAMN CARD?!!! USE YOUR FUCKING BRAINS!!! So then they ask me when the last time i used my card was. WHEN I FUCKING LOST IT THREE WEEKS AGO!!! "Well what kind of services do you have with the bank?" I wouldn't call the daily raping I get on interest a "service" thank you. Stupid bitch. Took her 10 minutes to comprehend that I had LOST my card and wanted a NEW one. Then she tells me to go to my branch to get one replaced. And she couldn't seem to understand that I'm not about to drive 14 hours to get a temporary card from my home branch... STUPID FUCKING BANKS won't replace my card unless I'm at my HOME branch, which is in EDMONTON! frick...

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Lots to update on... first - Had one of those "moments" the other day. You know, something really simple that just makes you feel 'wow' or just really uplifts you (PORN DOES NOT COUNT!!). It's one of those fleeting powerful moments in life that you can't really explain (so why am I trying??)... anyways, I was out for b-fast at Denny's, and this guy in the booth next to us looked over at me and mouthed a couple of words. I nodded (a silent hello), and thought that was that. Nope. He kept conversing with me. Explained how he didn't like the rainy drizzling weather, how he wished he was at home sleeping, how his wife was still sleeping at home and how he didn't want to wake her, so he went out for breakfast by himself. Nothing out of the ordinary yet huh? Then he starts explaining to me how his wife is deaf in one ear, and he is deaf in both ears cause of a fever he had when he was a small boy. Getting a better picture of this yet? He wasn't speaking to me, but rather was using hand gestures to explain this (kind of a 'sign language for dummies' form of communication). It was just amazing... like I said, it's just one of those things you can't explain, but have great impact on you in the moment. His name was Fred (he wrote that down on paper), and he is my friend...

second - went to a spawning channel to watch thousands of sockeye salmon procreate. Saw more fornicating fish than I'd care to see for the rest of my life... and dead fish as well for that matter. What a way to die... either they mate, and die from exhaustion after the act, or die trying to get laid (I hope my destiny is the former...)


third - bumper stickers!!! I always try to read them, even if it means having to tailgate going 90km/h to do it. Usually, the message makes this risk worth it. Unless they're some prosetylist garbage... then I'd rather ram into his bumper in hopes of knocking the thing off... (is that considered road rage?)

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