a couple points to make here, so I'll start:
1.) its 5am and I should be sleeping, but instead I found it necessary to be here, typing away my much-too-early morning about shiznit that you bitnatches more-than-likely (i'd say about 90%) do not care about. regardless, i will continue on. Because, I, for one, do care. Its my blog, therefore my vote counts for well... lets say.... about 357 votes. In conclusion, I win.
okay, i digress. (o how I love saying thee)
2.) blogs. blogs blogs blogs blongs bongs., err....
All you crazy folks out there love blogs. I love them, you love them. Hey, its alright to have some heavy feelings towards these little guys. Ask me after smoking a joint with me, what I think about the topic: blogs. And the chances are you are going to get a slightly lengthy rant, by yours truly, about the joys and wonders of said topic. (It just so happens that I have been feeling a tad on the political side these days, thus everybody gets to benefit from my newly learnt "stuff"). And I always dream to myself, "maybe it will be i that will oneday get a following of a dozen (o my..!) or so random folk." And because with my immaculate amount of time on my hands, I learn all sorts of wonderful debauchery. And then I feel that I need to tell everyone in listening-distance. But ahgh, frustration. Because there isn't enough time in the day that one can properly allocate to informing people about the cool and neat stuff that I just learnt.
...wait a minute. What about this blogging hogwash that I've been hearing about? Perhaps that may solve my dilemna. To ramble about stupid shit so that I don't have to waste my social experiences doing it. And at the very same time, tell that very same audience about my most favorite of all "stuff" discovered the previous week.
A single, slow clap begins from within the audience. As the clap begins to start heightening, a man in overalls steps forward from the crowd, as an individual. Every individual in the crowd was paying attention now, to this man, and they start to realize his identity. Its was the local sheriff, Travis, the cruel and most pissed-off of them all. A wave of shocked faces in every degree, flooded over the crowd, as they couldn't believe their eyes; this renowned asshole showed an emotion, and a heartwarming one at that! Sheriff Travis' actions influenced a chain reaction of awesome. Suddenly, one by one, the clapping was joined by the crowd. Almost 'skeptical' in its first few moments, the momentum it gained made anyone forget that there was even any doubts to begin with. And soon the whole room was lit up - it reminded me of striking a match, but ridiculously slowly. The feeling that resulted from the experience of that thunderous clapping phenomenon, could only ever be imitated and never fully replicated. I managed an awkward curtsy and shuffled out of the crowd's view. Exit stage left.
^^^^ that message is a rant brought to you by The Good Lungs Of Ceej. In association with Damn Good Bong Rips. A ceejtank original.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
si senor
still apartment hunting. the last one I saw, was in response to a roommate ad posted on kijiji.ca. Stated it was a 2 bedroom, yet he had his mattress in the living room, with the only bedroom for rent. Scummy little place - which is too bad. Wish I took that first place I saw.. well... i tried to. But it had just been scooped up ahead of me.
And more bad luck followed with this bachelor suite that I fell in love with on Stradbrook. Fell in love with its mere $397/month rent, too. Again, shattered. Sigh. Broken heart and apartmentless.
The hunt continues. Wish me el lucko, compadres.