I feel like I am living in Alberta. It's fucking freezing out.
Where I am staying, right now - when I look out the window, it looks like....
Ugh, I can't even describe it.
Horrible.
So cold.
fuck.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Hello Stranger...
*Falls off Chair*
Where the hell have I been?
Well, I was walking to work sometime around December 1st and was hijacked by this giant consumeristic glob called Christmas Season. They let me eat and talk with family for a few hours on their blessed day of rest, only to kick me out into the dark, windy cold clutches of this even bigger, scarier entity called Boxing Week Sale Somethin' or Other. As I was trying to claw my way to the light at the end of the year-tunnel, I had to transport my entire life into a temporary portal until I found an alternate universe to reside in, all because I missed the December 31st bus to that new, alternate universe, and as a result ended up stuck in Pergatory of Sofas, which - like Christmas Season - steals your soul and your entire identity. Mail? Forget about it. So, as I was (and still are) desperately trying to find an alternate bus route - I was informed by the retail police that is was an offence not to pay my civic respects to the wandering zombies of yesteryear on the First Day of what they call a 'New Year' and that I had to be present for the exchange of currency for goods. The consumer whore laughed a jiggly laugh at my expense.
Then I was informed that the High Command needed to converge into one place the day after this penance and it turned out that this convergance was also an equivelant penance as the fearless leader was mad about something.
And since then I have been trying to get myself into an alternate universe, but for some reason it seems that these universes come with golden shower heads (not the recreational activity) and platinum door knobs - as they are atrociously expensive to reside in.
As a result I realized that a 1 sleeping quarters universe wouldn't be as economically sound as say a larger 2 sleeping quarters universe, since these types of universes only seem to be a few hundred BTS's (Blood Sweat and Tears) more, and would actually be much more economic although initially terribly expensive. The logic is there. Really. I could set up the second sleeping quarters and convert it into a Jewellery/Energy/Channeling room and use the incoming income for the outcome, that which would be a universe I can call home.
So yeah. That's what I've been up to.
Where the hell have I been?
Well, I was walking to work sometime around December 1st and was hijacked by this giant consumeristic glob called Christmas Season. They let me eat and talk with family for a few hours on their blessed day of rest, only to kick me out into the dark, windy cold clutches of this even bigger, scarier entity called Boxing Week Sale Somethin' or Other. As I was trying to claw my way to the light at the end of the year-tunnel, I had to transport my entire life into a temporary portal until I found an alternate universe to reside in, all because I missed the December 31st bus to that new, alternate universe, and as a result ended up stuck in Pergatory of Sofas, which - like Christmas Season - steals your soul and your entire identity. Mail? Forget about it. So, as I was (and still are) desperately trying to find an alternate bus route - I was informed by the retail police that is was an offence not to pay my civic respects to the wandering zombies of yesteryear on the First Day of what they call a 'New Year' and that I had to be present for the exchange of currency for goods. The consumer whore laughed a jiggly laugh at my expense.
Then I was informed that the High Command needed to converge into one place the day after this penance and it turned out that this convergance was also an equivelant penance as the fearless leader was mad about something.
And since then I have been trying to get myself into an alternate universe, but for some reason it seems that these universes come with golden shower heads (not the recreational activity) and platinum door knobs - as they are atrociously expensive to reside in.
As a result I realized that a 1 sleeping quarters universe wouldn't be as economically sound as say a larger 2 sleeping quarters universe, since these types of universes only seem to be a few hundred BTS's (Blood Sweat and Tears) more, and would actually be much more economic although initially terribly expensive. The logic is there. Really. I could set up the second sleeping quarters and convert it into a Jewellery/Energy/Channeling room and use the incoming income for the outcome, that which would be a universe I can call home.
So yeah. That's what I've been up to.
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