Bari Quippe Boni.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Why in the world would I look for a job in Montreal?

Oh, time spent alone with a computer with limited internet access.
Turns, unavoidably, to wonderfully penned 'comics' and lurking on craigslist for writing and acting work in Montreal. Then, observing reality I calculate a monthly wage of working as a construction helper and contrast it against the cheapest place I can find... Golly. To be tired at the end of everyday... say hello to a (house) cat either starved for interaction or to a slut drenched in sex rubbing up against my leg. (Still talking about a cat[but you know, whatever])


"Well, I would update my blog, but my digital camera broke a little while ago. You know no one reads a blog without pictures."

Oh, teezy how right you are. I see a post starting with text and I immediately scroll down with haste to see just how long this hunk is. If it goes on for infinity, then I'm over it before I even begin. I usually read the first lines, something in the middle in a few places then maaaayyybe the end.

Maybe if it's arranged into digestible nugglets...?


I was lamenting on the topic of my butt a moment ago. (Eggs, chili and cheese all day yesterday) Thinking, 'Oh good golly, someone is an unlucky soul for having had the misfortune of being stuck in this office with me today... I think I may be going on many, mini-walks'

But then she got here. I don't know what scent she's wearing, but it's somewhere between lighter fluid and a field of what the fuck flowers. And it's constant. Like the expansion of the universe. Imagine KISSING someone like that!? Coffee mouth mixed with smelling of a chemical some dick made up in a laboratory... Someone made that! Someone smelled it and said: "You bet. I'll clear it with the board" He took it to someone rich... Or a board of rich people and they in turn said: "You bet. Here's a fuckin' hundred hundreds. Go tell a fuckin' factory to pump this out then sell it to Cynthia.

Stop forcing the snort when you laugh...
(I don't hate her. It's early!)



I had a wild dream last night about being a father. It was a sex dream... A pretty sweet one too. And towards the end i was all: Oh baby! And she was all: I want to have a baby with you. I had VERY little time to decide. Thanks goodness dreams are dreams.

I woke up and had a think about what I would do. I considered who it was in my dream, the prospect of have a baby, along with the rest of my life with it's mother. I was in to it... But really? or did i just have a sex dream and make a decision in a nearly lucid state? Even now, after 4 hours of being awake and an energy drink under my belt, I think I'd still be interested in hearing arugments.

I wonder what state of mind I would be in if I was ever in that position? My first thought was that I would've been drunk, but you aren't drunk in dreams. Well I'm not drunk in dreams anyway... On one hand making a split decision to father a child, is terribly irresponsible, but I found it incredibly romantic. Yet ultimately shortsighted. But the mood would be decidedly ruined if I chose not to...
You see my dilemma?!!?


Holy hell. I'm coughing from it. Woof.


Do hunchbacks still exist?

I juist realized what a silly question that is.

Of course they do. Church bells keep ringing don't they?


Start here and go forth.


Do you know what you look like?
I typically have an idea, without seeing my reflection. But I see a former self. I never see myself as I am today. could be that I don't spend as much time staring at my mug in the mirror as I used to. (pimples and the developping hair) The only times I give myself a good look is when I'm high and either alone or high enough not to care that I've been in the bathroom for 5 minutes.

Although I do have an image that I draw. Like a sort of mini sefl portrait. it's a fellow with a beard and a big nose with a bit of a messy hair situation. Who would want that fathering a child eh?!


I saw a fox today on my way to work.
It was by the river, living it up. I would love to have one as a pet. I'm sure it can be done... I should have followed it home and stolen a baby instead of going to work. Hindsight is always 20/20.

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