2025 me: Looks like at the end of 2005, I started a new page under a new name for awhile. Posts from this range archived in a different format. Tried to restore everything in a way that makes sense.

February 3, 2006 10:00pm

My shoulder hurts. AC DC’s hells bells stared playing and maybe I became a little too excited and overexerted myself. Merle better massage it. And by Merle I mean ******. And by it I mean penis.

I’m drinking wine and my goddamn shoulder hurts. At the liquor store on Tuesday I picked out my cabernet but the clerk pooh-poohed my Ontario license.
“I can’t take out of state… or out of country”
“Would it be OK if I had my passport?”
“Uhhh how old are you?”
“26”
“No way. Try down the street at Stephen’s.”
“… because Canadians aren’t welcome at Ryan’s liquor store.”
“Leave please.”

A**** needed human blood for her clotting assay and I needed some for my in vitro hemocompatibility test on Wednesday. The big chubby tattooed guy who does all the sample preparation wasn’t around to do it as usual so I volunteered. Anyone who donates scores ten bucks. If I can support my $1.50/day ice cream creamsickle and coffee habit by donating blood weekly then that’s fantastic. Except I’m not a big guy. 5″10 and 155 lean and mean pounds. So when Rich started filling that 11th vial I started to feel light headed and Wooozy. I couldn’t see so good anymore, broke out into an instant cold sweat and apparently became very pale. I could tell everyone in the room was distraught but playing it cool for my benefit. I can see right through that shit even when I’m in blood loss related shock. Well anyhoo I didn’t faint. Someone ran down to the cafeteria and bought me an orange juice. A**** did her test with my blood and I did my test with my blood and it worked really well. Better than all the other donors I’ve used. So it was a happy ending and I now feel a special bond with the bunnies that I get the vivo techs to take blood from all the time.

Thursday, January 26, 2006 7:44 pm

Ahhh. I’m in my apartment. Boxes are strewn everywhere. No phone or cable yet. I’m writing through stolen wireless access.

Domingo and Jogurt are Shining Force characters. Little funny looking ones. Amusing at the time. Video game nostalgia. The mood has past and now the name is bleah.

The virus I just recovered from was a motherfucker. 2 nights ago at 3am I sat on a hospital bed croaking that I had strep throat. Turns out I didn’t. But I got prescribed some Vicodin for the pain. It was the first time I’d been to the doctor in eight years. I wonder how much an emergency room visit in the USA is going to cost. $300+ I bet. Ridiculous. This is reason enough for me to scoff when someone calls this the greatest nation in the world. It’s great for the people at the top. Not so great for the people being stepped on.

It’s taking a long time to set this place up. I’m looking forward to cooking again.

I need a new blog maybe. I’ve felt crippled to write anything ever since my girlfriend found the old one. I’m not comfortable and free anymore.

Saturday, January 21, 2006 11:57 am

Still not using my whole ass.

I’m sick with a nasty sore throat. I hope it’s not the streptococcus bacteria. My medical coverage doesn’t kick in until next month. I’m working too much for little pay and feel like a slave with the best of my creative energy siphoned off into someone else’s corporate black hole. I realize how generic this is.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006 7:33pm

No title today

I’m being drained by my job too much. I’m going to shower and then watch some Elfen Lied. I’m slow getting onto the Sufjan Stevens boat but yeah I admit, Illusions is a quality record. I miss having a decent blog.

I miss university me. Tired, disgruntled, over caffeinated, under socialized. Independent.

Socialized, well adjusted 9-5 me is boring.

Friday, January 06, 2006 8:31 pm

knob creek

It wouldn’t take much to make me happy for the indefinite future. A woman to massage my shoulders and make cooing sounds. The means to cook myself delicious meals. Daily challenges and education. Friendly souls. A little bit of alcohol.

Thursday, January 05, 2006 7:28pm

ooo red lips squeeze it out

I’m going to buy one of these if I can figure out how to add it to my cart. I stayed late smearing 38 small mammalian souls onto slides tonight. I need to get out earlier and take better advantage of the major American city I live next to.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006 8:17pm

Burnt chicken tonight. maybe if I’m lucky.

I need a masseuse. And a bigger salary to pay for one.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006 7:02pm

Green mountain goat

At work there is a single coffee maker in the lunch room for the 144 employees. It dispenses fifty cent green mountain coffee. You grab a little plastic cup flavour from the counter, open up the coffee machine top and jam that little cup in there. Shut the door, drop in the coins, press the green button. It whirrs delightfully, the pumpkiny aroma spreads and it’s caffeine goodness to push me through the afternoon. Except today my little plastic cup got stuck in the machine. So I pulled on the drawer and it resisted and pulled back. And I pulled some more. And it snapped. And I broke it. And that’s the end. This blog is the best ever.