Hess Village= Friday Night in Hell.

Act 1:
gotta love the drama when the first summer's heat comes down.... so here is a play by play.. i'm sitting around playing my guitar for shits and giggles and first a broad passes out drunk after her freinds are carrying her spread eagle for the world to see... defintly an omen of a good night... a bunch of cops, 2 fire trucks, and the abulance, gotta love the effects of roofies.

act 2:
the running man.
nothing like seeing a guy run like ben fucking johnson down hess st. only to get tackeld by 4 cops.. and then try to fight them off. yeah that's a battle yer not going to win. Do not pass go Do not collect 200$ Go directly to Barton Jail.

act 3:
hess village is closed off by 6 cruisers because the whole bar is involved in a fight?

i thought i had seen stupidity in st. catherines and windsor but this city takes the fucking cake... did i mention i only made 9 bucks... i'm still annoyed trying to find the right mix for housing... patience with so called freinds is lacking. i may take the little room behind the hair salon just so i can have peace of mine instead of the current insanity.

of course then agian.. i'm left with the one who shall not be named's Insanity for the next 14 years or so ain't i?

Current Mood: Hungry, broke, pissed off.
Current Music: Bif fucking naked, Let Down.

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Cowabunga.

Back to the job search i go... not really anything to do right now but play turtles smash up and watch tv so i decided to wander downtown and look for a job. I am feeling really good at the moment and trying to ride this positive feeling as long as it lasts and not let anything get me down. Current Mood: Positive. Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.

Fall Of Cybertron III: Where’s Poochie.

It is very easy for me to fade away and just get bored of other people and politics when games are played. I’m not even fucking blinking when someone else who I’ve done things for, constantly for months with no rewards suddenly forgets I exist. That’s real easy for me to fucking deal with. Con politics, games, asshole people that don’t pay there Fuckin promises from day one? Don’t call my number. I stepped away from this shit once on my own. I have no fucking problem doing it again. I feel used and betrayed, but for me it was a Tuesday. I suspect jealousy and politics but I also know when to stick a fork in something when it’s done. I’ve got no interest being around anyone that doesn’t want me involved in there little cliques. I mean this thing was fun but from day one it was political. I don’t need stress and drama in my life. I can hang up my Wizard robe and move the fuck on. I did a great job of it on my own anyways. I don’t look amateur hour like the rest of them. And I no longer

Fuel Injected Suicide Machine.

Pissing me off is never a good fucking option. I have a life and I don’t need to make fucking sacrifices for anyone if I choose not to. I’m getting real fed up with simply being expected to do and arrange things so someone else can have a fucking escape. This is starting to become a fucking pattern in my life. Some I choose to do for, but others, when I’m starting to notice a fucking pattern? I’m gone. I will always be gone. The fact I have yet to step foot in England when I have a secondary place to stay should speak volumes in terms of this freindship and how it’s no longer even. I’m sick of things only being halfway when I’m trying with certain fucking people and I can bail and close ranks and not give a flying fuck about anyone anymore when I’m not being treated with respect esp. given to mine and my brothers financial situation. I don’t mind making sacrifices but I’m still going to make sure that my main fucking priorities are taken care of. I’m not going to pretend to keep th

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