the old days

I miss the old days when Britney, Christina, and Jessica were cute and innocent. None of this dirty, sexy business. While it has it perks, I do miss the way they used to be. So cute. So innocent. So dreamy...

Definitely Ghey. Or is it?

Here’s a little insight to the types of discussions Neil and I have at work. Is a guy gay (homosexual), if he enjoys anal stimulation from his girlfriend, while having sex with her? (Sex being the entire situation, not necessarily just the intercourse part) What about if she puts on a strap-on and starts drilling him up the ass? Does that make him gay, even if he isn’t fantasizing about a guy, but is enjoying his girlfriend doing it? And remember, the guys equivalent of the g-spot is back there. I can see it being gay if he’s taking it up the ass from his girlfriend and is fantasizing about it being a guy. It’s the fact that he’s enjoying his girlfriend.
An interesting thought to ponder…

What a wonderful church I am a part of

I know I'm not the greatest bass player in the world or anything, but seriously...
I just got fucked over AGAIN for playing at church. I was scheduled to play this weekend, but I find out this other guy that I'm supposed to be rotating with is. I haven't played since Easter, since for some reason they skipped me a couple of weeks ago, and now I'm being bypassed again. So now I don't get to play until the end of June. Another 4 weeks from now. It's already been 4 weeks since I last played at Easter. Seriously, what the FUCK is going on?!?
It's just so frustrating. I practice and practice, and then find out I'm just getting screwed over again.
/sigh What a great way to treat a volunteer. And yet I stay. Why? Because I love playing live. Playing to a CD, or by myself gets old fast.

Lame Hippy Propoganda

Link to Video
A little documentary narrated by the most boring person ever. She just goes on and on comparing America to Nazi Germany. Showing how evil the cops are. How evil America is. Trying to make it out like they are the victims. Yes, protestors are always the victims. Yes, America is turning into/is a police state, and is going to start to send people to camps. Give me a fucking break. Protestors annoy me.
And when she goes on about how children were pepper sprayed? Don't bring your fucking kids to a protest.

The Wages of War, Is Pain

I am fighting a losing battle against a formidable foe. Every morning I enter the arena and don my battle gear. Coveralls. Safety Glasses. Leather Gloves. I am not ready to enter battle. My foe? Metal. Steel. Ferrous or non, I do not discriminate. Neither does it.
But try as I might, and fight as valiantly as I do, it is an uphill struggle. See metal is harder than skin. It always wins. When I think victory is in site, I raise my grinder above my head, and bring it down, cutting disc slashing the steel to ribbons, leaving naught but destruction in my wake, it lashes back. With flying steel shards, and razor sharp edges. I counter-attack with my grinding disc. I smooth off those rough edges, and my safety glasses and gloves protect me from the flying shards. I grin in victory. I am proud of my achievement. I have won! What a wonderful day. That is until I throw that piece of steel away and it slips from my grip and slams into my shin. Or I slide the newly cut piece into place and pinch my fingers. Or I tighten the nut too much and my wrench flys off smashing my knuckles. And that bitter-sweet taste of defeat enters my mouth, and I know that I have been beaten again. Another battle lost.
But I continue on. Valiantly striding forward, everyday losing just a bit more skin, getting a few more bruises. I carry on. Why, in the face of all this pain, against all odds, do I keep going?

Because I AM MAN!

Commercial

If you haven't seen the "I am Man" Commercial yet, here it is.

Yesterday's Joys

I love the new "I am Man" Burger King commercials. :) They are great.

I also love drinking/eating the juice out of the can before I add water. :) It's so good.

Only YOU can prevent forest fires!

No! Wrong! I am NOT the only one who can prevent forest fires. So can you, and you, and you, and you, EVERYONE! Even me! EVERYONE CAN PREVENT FOREST FIRES! This isn't some exclusive club that you have to belong to in order to prevent them. "Only you" is an exclusive statement.
Oh, so since only YOU, can prevent forest fires I guess that means I can't right? What about when the great Smokey the Bear says it to the next person. "Only YOU can prevent forest fires." Does that mean the last person can't anymore b/c only this person can?

What a stupid slogan.

Blah

I've been suffering from a severe lack of motivation lately. It is as though everyday is a week long, and I wake up the next morning wondering why it isn't the weekend yet. But alas, it is only Wednesday, not the weekend. Not even Friday.
I live my life always looking forward to the next thing. It gets me through my days. Always knowing there is something coming, something exciting, something to keep me going. Then it comes, I enjoy it, and I'm looking forward to the next thing. The problem right now is that there is no next "thing." I don't really have anything big to look forward too. House buying totally filled every aspect of my life for a couple of months, and then it was over. I'm here, I've been here for almost 2 months, and I still have nothing on the horizon. I've just drifted through these last 2 months.
I've been told this isn't a very good way to live my life, always looking forward to the next thing. Living for the next high. Mama Bean compared it to being a junkie. I don't know how to change it though. I just want something to look forward to so I can get out of this lull and get going again.
What to do, what to do...

90 cents!

The Canadian dollar finally reached the 90 cent mark! This is the first time since November 1977. Why can't I have a trip planned for around now. So much more affordable.