meishka

In these things you can really only say so much. For those that base their knowledge on what happens with me solely on these "blogs", I feel sad.. as they must be so fucking confused it's ridiculous. Maybe it'd be easier if I just started making more sense. Maybe I just don't know how to do that.

Jawsh and I have had many fun times hanging out together as of late. Not that we never did before.. boy did we ever. Just letting you know we still are. As if you had any doubts. Jawsh and I are king, bitches, do not doubt our amazing supremacy over all. His leaving me.. again.. but for good this time does however demote him down to King Douche and that's about as far as it gets. I love you Jawsh and you know that, but really, fuck off. My little heart that beats just for you can really only break into so many tiny little pieces before the pieces end up exploding to avoid the pain of breaking any more and I explode in a bloody, mucky, chunky mess all over whoever and whatever happen to be around at the time. As neat as that might be to see, and as much as you'd better take pictures if that ever happens, I'm sure there are at least a couple people that would be pretty irate about it. Yourself included.

Pornshop? came back for a while, and as far as I know left again. May or may not be returning for a short amount of time before going off on another more longterm adventure. Nobody's really sure. I miss him though, and would like to see him again before he departs for the streets once again. Probably not happening, but ideal nonetheless.

Hung out in Ottawa with a bunch of people I don't know this weekend, well Mikey was there, and I'd met shoe a couple times before, but other than that I didn't know any of them. I think they all quickly learned I don't stay quiet for long. Which is probably good as most people don't like quiet people that sit there and don't participate in conversation or events going on. So yeah that's not really a negative. I don't know. You'd have to ask them I suppose.

So I got to hang out with Mikey all weekend. Took more showers than I thought was possible. By the end of it I don't think they had anything to do with actually feeling the need to get clean anymore. mmmmmmm.

Hung out with shoe all weekend as well. He falls asleep super fast in cars. I became a pillow for a short while. We bonded.. well okay, I bonded with him in my own head and he has no idea it happened at all... over the apparent love for rum we both seem to have. He was drinking it anyway, and that's just peachy in my books.

Craigs a funny kid. It didn't take him long to discover my talent for catching most embarrassing moments on camera.

Alright if I sit here and go through everyone I hung out with this weekend it's going to take fucking forever. Lets put it this way - I ate good food, drank good rum, hung out with good people, had a lot of showers in which I was not alone, spooned fantastic amounts, made out with a fair amount of people, almost got us kicked out of a diner for dumping water and sugar everywhere - whitney started the water part of that, apparently got a girlfriend, got my ass dunked in the pool from being on shoes shoulders, and did I mention I drank a bunch? Good enough. There was more but if you weren't there.. then you suck to much to hear all the fantastic details. Or I'm lazy.

I missed seeing my friends though. And probably will be missing it again next weekend. I got to see my sister for a good 20 minutes on friday though. That was exciting.

I might be getting to suspend again very soon. I'm hoping for Sunday actually. I don't know exactly how that's going to work since I think I've been told I'm going to be in Barrie next weekend? Not really sure. Plans will work themselves out eventually. But it'd be fucking sweet if I got to. I don't even have any conception of why I'm supposed to be anywhere next weekend or what's going on with anyone. Nobody really tells me these things. I just find out when I get there.

I've noticed lately some peoples growing tendency to bitch and complain and whine about fucking everything and anything. And to cause all this drama and stupid stress when things don't go 100% their way. I have one thing to say to you - fuck off. I am not wasting my time concerning myself with your selfish whiny bitchiness and trying to make everything go your way. It won't. Get over it. Everything in the world is not about you. Severe and sudden detachment from people fitting the above description is needed. There's no point in spending time with people like that, it's not enjoyable at all.

So aside from a few things, such as worrying about my one friend, people bitching too much (which will soon be solved by my ever so speedy reaction to ignore them until they shut up), and one other thing that could end in so many different ways it's ridiculous, life is good as per usual. I have Jawsh still for a while longer, I got to see Pornshop? some, I might be hanging soon, and I've got Mikey. And that in itself could take up it's own little bloggy link filled with it's own gross stories that nobody would really want to read and I don't feel like spending an eternity writing about, so we'll leave it at that. But yes, not too much to complain about really. Contentment. Now that I've said that lets hope it stays that way.

And I've only had one smoke since sunday. odd...