it was friday.

So last night I managed to snag a date, it was really fun. Dinner, bowling, getting caught in the rain.  whole bunch of 80 romantic comedy bullshit, that worked out for the best.
After that ended, I didnt want to stay home for the night so I hit up J money on twitter, and he offered to grab some pints at the london tap house in hamilton.

I had never been so it was as good a time as any to drive the half hour to pick up J, and make our way over to the bar for some casual beers, and a couple rounds of MVC3.

the downstairs had NO service, and it was bullshit. I could have easily dumped 50$ into liquor at those prices and enjoyed the night even more, but NAH. No bartender downstairs, and the non existing ability to purchase drinks and carry them around to the lower section blew. Thats life I guess.  I understand why they didnt have anyone serving downstairs... probably a few reasons.

One being there was a group of about 12 kids playing smash brothers? And listening to fucking S club 7, and a bunch of other shitty music ( miley cyrus was in there)   how you can be nearing the age of twenty and listening to pop music for 8 year old british prosti-tots, is beyond me. Everyone in that room was a virgin, and was getting picked up by their mothers and going home to have an extended  super smash pop and chip sleep over.

I can almost smell the testosterone... if only all of the estrogen secreting from these lady boys wasnt throwing my gaydar off.

Anyhow, we managed to get a couple bottles down to us thanks to Drekken taking orders and shmoozing whoever he did to make it work.


Playing marvel with these new strangers was good.   They must jerk each other off because they both ran a DR,Doom anchor, and mashed the hidden missiles assist constantly...  they put up a good fight but im pretty sure as soon as I put wolvie on point.  they crumbled.

thanks to Justin for coachings.  your reads are beyond good.  Ive got habbits that need to be put on the back burner.  Online play.. guh.

Vince was playing pretty good. fancy mag combos. but all he does is sit at home and play games for the most part..  still a scrub. I didnt know what to think when he started talking about " yo I got so fucked up wednesday I did sooo many drugs and drank so much."  Cool boss. congratulations on hitting your first joint?

I dont see you for four months and you run a shitty weed brag...  thats content for a good conversation. Cheers "bro"

So back to my scummy ways. ( as i am a totally different person at FG events) I shit talk as much as possible..  make scummy calls for jokes, and had a relatively good time.    Vanny should have came out. Chances are he was chained up in his closet with a ball gag in his mouth.

So as I am arriving out front of Justins Apartment... I text. I tweet, I text again... no answer.  I find his buzzer number with a " little help from my friends" and I buzz him. Again  no answer. I literally sat for almost 20 minutes waiting for this guy.  I was thinking to myself. he either fell asleep.  is trying to grab a late shower quickly, or rubbing one out.  ( yes justin, I thought of you masturbating.  I know you would crush Bri Olson GAHAHAA)

Nope. instead he forgot about me and was yappin on facetime.  his explanation was good enough to give us both a good laugh and life went on.  he bought me a few drinks for my troubles, and im grateful for that.

hoping to hit up Goos here in town next weekend with him and Vanny if he can get out.  one taste and you both will realize the power of the poutine here.  the service is excellent , the cost is fair. and you get your gullet stuffed.

whats on the agenda tonight?  who knows.  I got ditched by a friend already who was coming down from brampton,  go figure. so I have no clue as to how my time will be spent.   maybe grab a few beers either from the LCBO or a bar and find a place to chill.   its pretty shitty weather out today so frisbee golf is out of the question.

Rey.. get a haircut.   it was rather stylin' however.



over and out.

mashing out this post.

I am wired beyond all belief right now.  typing might get kinda sloppy and I will likely neglect to edit the post for spelling and grammar..  just bear? with me.  Kthx

Today I smushed alot of bugs..  enough citronella ants to fill a 5 gallon pail. it smelled awesome.
they smell sooo good in large numbers.. totally makes you think your camping or in a backyard barbeque with citronella candles going. hence the name citronella ants.

I just played some marvel. and did pretty good.  I lack the high level mix ups  but meh. I catch your assist and you both die. GGPO. stop yelling at me over XBL you 14yr old scrub who decided to rent the game because of the cover.

this weekend doesnt look anything like a party weekend..  if its sunny tomorrow, im buying a case of beer and ice and heading to mohawk to play frolf all day. fun sport, need to get better. god save the internet.

I put 30 bones in my car today and got 3/4 a tank... still rape at the pump if you ask me  but such is life and money is just money... unless your the J money...  then in fact you are a person.

Thinking about extending my reaches in this world. havent put live profile on my new torch yet ( god damn i never have to pay another phone bill as long as I work for this company)
and possibly looking at different apps for twitter.  hopefully something that can offer me a little more organization in my feed.  I really dont like seeing 12 tweets from @bluejays in a matter of 5 minutes... then I have to scroll to find stuff thats either amusing or clickable ( thanks noodles... the link master)  and @ fearless_fred.  the only son bitch who replies and has quazi radio celebrity status.

On with the chlorophyll.

thinking about hitting up limeridge tomorrow to possibly grab either mothers day gift or new threads.   momma deserves a gift, but shit... new clothes? well see.   

All girls that work at guess are hot... and its right by booster juice....  so   grab booster juice... sit on bench... watch guess girls... drink to fast and get burps... walk in say your looking for a purse for your "mother" and BAM.. you got digits..    dont belch!

no chance of me hitting up london tap house tonight... Vanny put it in words that made sense. *comments withheld) for sake of privacy.    id like to see how I hold up  but lord knows Ill just get way too drunk to drive home and get stuck sleeping somewhere uncomfortable... like the back of a toyota yaris....  surpisingly roomy  yet I doubt id survive  as the nights are still pretty nippy outside and I dont wanna be without my blanket.

ANyone else have trouble falling asleep without a television?   dont start watching TV to go to bed..  it becomes a crutch and if something exciting happens... your fucked.  your awake till 2 am and you need to be up at 6 just so you have time to take a shit and shower... dont bother shaving because your going to fuck up the design you have immaculately sculpted onto your un chiseled jaw and ended up shaving the whole god damn surface of your skull naked... ending up with pimples on your god damn crown.   imagine that...  ( not an actual happening)

so overall.. rough week.   lots of work.. extra hours.  lost paperwork. make a fuckload of extras boosting my sales to likely over 1k a day.. which is decent... actually thats pretty good for being on the road and killing shit most the time. 

lets get some drinks.                    SHOOOO