eleven alarms.
i just counted.
thats the amount it took us to finally roll our butts out of bed this morning. it is not like this day was incredibly important in comparison to any other weekday. its just an attempt to start doing a backflip in terms of changing the way things are running in my life.
*note to self: find sketchbook, which has prescription in it, which needs to be filled*
this girl needs a haircut - really bad.
although hast recently been saveth'd by a really sweet dumpstered hat that I've always wanted. hurraaah!
wish I had more to ramble about. altho that will come soon enough.
until then, happy thursday, bitches.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
sincerly, that guy
"Dearest Cjay,
it has been another period of time passed, and still you let the same issues with the same name and the same face keep poking itself in your business. Not to mention, you let it get to your head. And not in the "Full House"-sorta-way where you learn that very important lesson and then everything gets worked out to your advantage and nothing is left in dis-array by the end of the half hour time slot.
maybe this is me writing you a letter of self-awakening via me, and consider this your realization that you should let it get that way...?
//next_point:: also, can you stop so obviously censoring your blog? it is of great annoyance, plus it's really obvious. did I mention how annoyingly obvious you are? I liked when your words and other words were not, in fact, so cryptic to the point of exhaustion. laaaaaaame.
ever since you started dating Lauren, it has been a slow downhill glide away from the blatantly honest and free-speaking ceej we all once read the words of wisdom from. she's great, but just because you think that she might read your blog sometimes, does not mean that us, your great and mighty blog readers (that can make, as well as break.. aka shatter.. you), should suffer! I demand a refund. Or a re-un-censorship. Stop giving a fuck, once again.
Also. More kitty pictures.
Sincerly, that guy"
the masses have spoken. and in great depth. and by masses i mean, that guy there.
it has been another period of time passed, and still you let the same issues with the same name and the same face keep poking itself in your business. Not to mention, you let it get to your head. And not in the "Full House"-sorta-way where you learn that very important lesson and then everything gets worked out to your advantage and nothing is left in dis-array by the end of the half hour time slot.
maybe this is me writing you a letter of self-awakening via me, and consider this your realization that you should let it get that way...?
//next_point:: also, can you stop so obviously censoring your blog? it is of great annoyance, plus it's really obvious. did I mention how annoyingly obvious you are? I liked when your words and other words were not, in fact, so cryptic to the point of exhaustion. laaaaaaame.
ever since you started dating Lauren, it has been a slow downhill glide away from the blatantly honest and free-speaking ceej we all once read the words of wisdom from. she's great, but just because you think that she might read your blog sometimes, does not mean that us, your great and mighty blog readers (that can make, as well as break.. aka shatter.. you), should suffer! I demand a refund. Or a re-un-censorship. Stop giving a fuck, once again.
Also. More kitty pictures.
Sincerly, that guy"
the masses have spoken. and in great depth. and by masses i mean, that guy there.
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Names: Brother & Sister. No last name. Kinda like Cher, Or that guy that used to call himself Prince. Or the receptionist at the walk-in I go to... whos plan it was to replace her name with a symbol of a uterus.
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Friday, September 03, 2010
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
-censored before 6pm-
sitting quaintly off to the side, at a table for two, the keys of a laptop placed underneath my fingertips. last night the Gods of Dumpstering, reached down from their heavens of hoarding, and a light shone. And lead me through the process of getting my numerous lights (flashlights and YES a headlamp.
three suitcases full of goods - including a computer tower, a ps2, and a laptop. Also, two winterjackets for yours truly,
my eyes are closing. i am going to start going home.
you will hear from me again. and nxt time - no censoring myself. it goes against what I entirely stand for,
three suitcases full of goods - including a computer tower, a ps2, and a laptop. Also, two winterjackets for yours truly,
my eyes are closing. i am going to start going home.
you will hear from me again. and nxt time - no censoring myself. it goes against what I entirely stand for,
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
the most asshole of them all...!
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.
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.
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.