You know, the fall...it makes you feel alive sometimes...
Well, letting her go was probably the best thing to do. It sucks losing someone that meant that much but when the relation is stuck as it was right now, it's better to let it go...far far away.
So I'm feeling great lately. Job is stimulating, I 'sign' a contract for a year with an upcoming raise and probably another corporate trip, to San Diego this time in July. This is a new challenge, no more school, trying to make something else than my silly head work for a change.
I'm also a part-time dealer for charity event and poker tournament. Tonight, I'm going at St-Jean sur Richelieu for a Blackjack night. The only bad thing is the bowtie part of the job, other than that, it's really fun and I get to go to crazy partys with shooter girls in pantyhose and horny drunk italian woman in their fifties.
So, I guess I'm doing allright, I'm feeling allright for sure.
Anyone's planning to invading downtown during the Nuit Blanche for the Montral en Lumires festival? I'll try and swing by this year...
And oh, what would a journal entry be without a random rant about what ever I feel like. What is wrong with 'pseudo-artist' who are so fuckin dumb that you only want to throw them off a cliff. I mean, yeah you can paint all you want, but don't think that you know everything about everything just because you can hold a brush without staining the whole appartement. I hate those idiotic hippie-like no life...I see plenty of them at my job and they're just a bunch of retarted numb-fuck.
Nevertheless...cheers y'all...
Music of the day : Mclusky is BY FAR the next best thing after a blowjob in the morning. Try the MCLUSKY DO DALLAS record...or MY PAIN AND SADNESS IS MORE PAINFUL AND SAD THAN YOURS. This is the best record title ever by the way...
Well, letting her go was probably the best thing to do. It sucks losing someone that meant that much but when the relation is stuck as it was right now, it's better to let it go...far far away.
So I'm feeling great lately. Job is stimulating, I 'sign' a contract for a year with an upcoming raise and probably another corporate trip, to San Diego this time in July. This is a new challenge, no more school, trying to make something else than my silly head work for a change.
I'm also a part-time dealer for charity event and poker tournament. Tonight, I'm going at St-Jean sur Richelieu for a Blackjack night. The only bad thing is the bowtie part of the job, other than that, it's really fun and I get to go to crazy partys with shooter girls in pantyhose and horny drunk italian woman in their fifties.
So, I guess I'm doing allright, I'm feeling allright for sure.
Anyone's planning to invading downtown during the Nuit Blanche for the Montral en Lumires festival? I'll try and swing by this year...
And oh, what would a journal entry be without a random rant about what ever I feel like. What is wrong with 'pseudo-artist' who are so fuckin dumb that you only want to throw them off a cliff. I mean, yeah you can paint all you want, but don't think that you know everything about everything just because you can hold a brush without staining the whole appartement. I hate those idiotic hippie-like no life...I see plenty of them at my job and they're just a bunch of retarted numb-fuck.
Nevertheless...cheers y'all...
Music of the day : Mclusky is BY FAR the next best thing after a blowjob in the morning. Try the MCLUSKY DO DALLAS record...or MY PAIN AND SADNESS IS MORE PAINFUL AND SAD THAN YOURS. This is the best record title ever by the way...
Yeah, hippie-artists piss me off too. I paint, still I know I don't know shit. Thing is, with art, the less you know the better it is. At least, you're not being too much influenced by the others which is the best thing that can happen to an artist... If the artist wants to be real with him/herself.