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Thursday, November 06, 2003
Revenge of the Turds
My poor car has been pelted by a million turds over the past few days. Damn migratory birds. It's like all cars NOT coloured silver are invisible to them. A hundred cars in our parking lot, and mine's the only one hit... I swear, pooping on a silver car is like a right of passage for these winged beasts on their way south. You monsters, you'll get yours! Two words... West Nile.

Currently on 630 Ched: Oil/Senators - Rod Philips play by play



Wednesday, November 05, 2003
TGIT
Is it only Tuesday? What the hell? I still have 3 more days of work this week? ugggghh... why does it feel like the weekend is just around the corner? woe is the proletariat... it's time for us to shed our chains and break free of the bourgeoisian constraints. Down with the five day work week!!!

Currently: Reading way too much communist bullshit



Monday, November 03, 2003
Here, There, Everywhere
Let's clarify: Amelie wants to move HERE, as in Vancouver. She's HERE visiting (albeit funded by your tax dollars), with the trip being masqueraded as "training"... riiiiight...

Now, apparently eating one meal on Saturday (breakfast), and then following it up with many pale ales and traditionals was not such a good idea. Your stomach mutinies like a scurvied deck hand, and violently tosses your single meal of eggs and toast overboard like a cheap hooker tosses your... ahem... I think through the general lack of solid sustenance this weekend, I actually managed to lose a couple pounds. In a week, I'll be so emaciated, they'll put me in a bulemia ward with suicidal supermodels. mmm...

Currently listening to: Limp - Behind Blue Eyes (is it just me, or are you sick of seeing Halle Berry too?)