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Saturday, August 02, 2003
Why we shouldn't own guns
Everyday, I hear a bunch of garbage scroungers digging through my apartment's dumpster. I don't want to be judgemental, but some of these people are pure scum. They deserve to be poor. No common sense whatsoever. Seriously, if dumpster diving is your chosen profession, all the power to you. Just do it at a decent hour. Don't come dragging your goddamn stolen shopping cart down my back alley at 1:05 in the fucking morning to dig for garbage. Let me tell you that all the choice refuse has long since been claimed by the hobos smart enough to realize that sane people toss out their trash in the afternoon/ early evening. Who in their right mind is gonna be thinking, "Gee, it's 1am, what a good time to take out my recycle material and garbage"??! Let me answer that question - NOBODY!!! If they aren't already, they're gonna be thinking about going to bed cause they gotta get up for work the next morning! So why is it then that dumpster divers can't figure this out and adjust their work schedules to coincide with the rest of the world? I've only had to deal with this type of sleep interference for about a month (since I moved here), and it's already driving me nuts. If I owned a gun, I'd be in jail now, or would soon be in one.

Currently listening to: Stabbing Westward - So Far Away



Wednesday, July 30, 2003
Still kicking...
It's been a week of bloglessness. Feareth not, loyal citizens of Agnostika, I still walketh amongst thee. Went home for 3 days this past weekend, and visited some friends. Emphasis on the some part - missed the entire Vegreville crew except Dean... some were not around, some weren't into Thai food. Next time perhaps.

I was thinking about rundown houses. You know when an old person dies, their house is either sold or is left to ruin (weeds and shrubbery overtake the once mansionesque dwelling). After taking a stroll through the Edmonton river valley, I think I now know what happens when a hobo dies:


Currently listening to: Sublime - Date Rape