I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Sunday, February 4

Damn you all for...

not commenting on my entries within minutes of them being posted. Your sorry attitudes suck all the blogginess out of me usually, but not this time. No sor, this time I intend to stand up and fight. Fuck you and your attitude. I'm sick of this. I write well,I even go through the exhausting ritual of correcting spelling mistakes and this is how you all repay me? Whatever man, I don't even need you.

So the last two days have been fun. Lots of work. Lots of fun, too. Not that work isn't fun, but you know, I'd take a bullet in the chest and sleep forever rather than go to work in the morning. But thats just me, the Paki in me feels as affiniated to sleep as the Canadian in me does to girls on the cover of a hockey magazine. I think its as fair an analogy as I can come up with. Suffice to say that the mullah beards and ignorant attitudes of the Pakistani cricket team is not doing them any favours, in regards to my (now dormant) affinity to looking at pakistani men dressed in uniforms inside the pages of Cricket News magazine.

I think I went off on a tangent there.

On a more random thought, I have just 109 days left till I travel again. That deserves a comment, seriously! You can all beg me to come visit you. But I won't, cuz I don't have money, barely any time and even worse, feel that my vacation whilst being spent with you, would thus be wasted. But all that doesn't mean you don't have to comment. Go ahead, try it. Look..there's no password either. First site on the web with no passwords.. come one, come all!!

No eh... hmm, you seem to be a certain breed of nincompoop I cannot quite name.

By the way, another random thought.. Robin Williams.. off cocaine.. not very funny. Not at all funny. The man is a dry orange when he's off that ish.

This is going nowehere, but it'll go further if you don't comment. I hate that girls read this blog by the way. Because, at least on a certain level, I would be swearing a lot more. I wanted to say bitch like seventeen times up there, but I didn't. And that just sucks, man. I'm out.