Update!

What up December ~ Looking good. I am yet again having one of those page turning months. My job is secure for now. I just moved. Now is the time to try and get a handle on things. Went to the gym for the first time in ooooh lets say - 4 months...? I feel like it could very well be much longer than that, but I digress. I had a really good workout - totally overdid it, but whatever, that's what I'm going for this time around.

My Diet starts today. I've been prepping myself for it. I now have a liquid breakfast. It this meal replacement you mix with milk, sort of like chocolate milk. That compared to the eat whatever you see attitude I've been going for the past little while. I'm going to try and watch my carbs at lunch. And then small dinner. But as long as I can keep up with the gym, the diet isn't so important to me.

Watched the Victoria Secret Fashion Show last night. Not by choice. Yet another reason the boy has to go. I thought that I watched some pretty mindless shit, but oh my god, just - nothing - there. I did sort of enjoy Katy Parry, but she as super auto-tuned. Totally turned me off seeing her live.

Oh also started a new blog. Not totally ready to reveal it to the world, but very close. gonna try and a get a few more posts up and play with the layout a bit. Hit the Link. Anyways I think that's it for now.

Back at IT

Well, well, its appears as though as much as I would like to pretend I'm over blogging, I'm not. At least not right at this moment.

Currently watching the Simpson's. In my empty living room, waiting to go meet potential new roommates. I realized today that I need to get on top of this whole living situation before I really and truly find myself homeless. I was on Kijiji today and found a couple of ads looking for roommates. Gay Roommates. I was a little hesitant at first, but figured that I have the option of living with straight guys, and they're pigs. I love them, but pigs all the same. So why not. I hope I make a good impression, because I'm really not up for the whole searching thing.

Simpson's update: Bart lost the Isototes Pennant. And Homer is a Mattress Salesman.

I'm about 20 minutes away from joining the Blackberry World. I'm scared. No Scured. Yes, scured. Its going to cost me $50 a month. Barf. I've been surviving on my Telus Pay As You Go for like $20 a month. Fuck whatever, who knows maybe I'll like it...*eyeroll*

Ok going to call Rogers, go meet these queers and then post pictures of my Movember mustache.

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I went out last night with my roommate, his friends, and a friend from work. We had a "great" time. I work this morning and I feel completely deflated and melancholy.

This is why I don't blog anymore.

Not exactly sure

So, where do begin. The last time I was on here I cancelled my birthday because of work. Well that went swimmingly. Really it did. I tended bar Friday night and make the most in tips ($200). I left with $110, but so it goes. I also got hit on by a girl. Not really my scene but it was nice to have some attention. Reminds me that I'm not a total gorgoeil (sp?... going to check... I think it has a y in it...) gargoyle. It was sort of an awkward experience. She was all over my jock. And I just kept smiling and taking her money. I was actually trying to make her so super drunk she'd have to just leave, but she powered through and was there till last call. I hope she got home alright.

However things got bad on Sunday. Not bad thats an exaggeration. Sad... I had been texting Al (my ex-old man friend) for a little while since new years, trying to get his attention more than anything. I was put off by the fact that he was cutting me off, as bloody if. then I remembered I left my 2008 tax return at his apartment and was getting anxious to get it back. I fucking hate tax season by the way. Anyways, we made plans to get thogether Sunday. There were no expilict plans of sex, but considering I haven't had any since January, I had explicit plans to have sex.

To make a long story short, he finished I didn't. Had to one out in the shower thinking about Terry (yeah). The night wasn't a total loss though. In our old tradition we get right high and drunk. Was a good base for Family dinner at Tap. Rolled over there and had a streak and a glass or red wine. Then on my way home stopped and grabbed a pizza. Went home and ate it and got more stoned with my roommate. Went to bed feeling like bloated discombobulated dog.

I suppose there is an accurate response to the goings on or my uneventful birthday weekend, but I'm not exactly sure what is it. I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself. Truly there is no possible way for me to feel accomplished right? I'm not angry or mad. It came and went just like any other weekend, only that is maked a milestone that I'm really not keen on observing myself. The only thing I wish is that my chapped lips would heal.

Short notes:
Working in the office this week and its DEAD. Or at least it was dead today probably spent an hour working. The rest of it was spent dicking around, i.e. writing this blog, texting, shitting.

Going to see Alice in Wonderland tonight with my roommate. She's a doll. My roommate, not Alice. She might be, we'll see.

Really, really need a vacation. Want to go to Quebec City for Red Bull Crushed Ice. Totally unlikely, but a boy can dream oui, non?

I think thats it...

Like a small child

So it's Tuesday afternoon. And I'm just about to smoke a bowl. I spent the entire day yesterday on the couch with my roommate. Its sort of like a tradition. We call it "roomie day". We start with breakfeast and watch terrible day time television. I made soup for the first time. Carrot and sweet potato. The day is capped off with 24. Jack Bower is the man.

I was "creeping" facebook this morning and saw my friends talking about going to the "Monday/Funday." No one called me.

Now, I just posted about how I drink too much. And I stayed out on Sunday night until like 4. "Crazy drugs" may or may not have been involved.

But really? No one called me?
Say word to your mother.

And the worst part is I can absolutely see how absurd it is to feel slighted by my "friends". But it does kind of sting.

Which is why I cancelled my birthday. It's Friday, which is the day I bartend so I wasn't giving that up. And I am working everyday day this week and next week, so I can't really do any week day drinking. And its this other kid from that bar's birthday on Wednesday.

So yeah. Just like a small child. Whatever.

One small step

Saturday Afternoon. I'm watching a very interesting documentary on the CBC about mall culture. Its decline in the West and its boom in the west. The segment right now is about India. Its really disturbing. I'm also downloading porn.

This had been a really tough week for me. My demons have been in control for the most part. Went out for a friend's birthday on Tuesday. Got shit faced. Good night, terrible Morning. Woke up on Wednesday and felt like death and said to myself, "Will, no more drinking." Of course, by 5 I had a beer in hand. But there was hockey on, right? So whats the big deal? Canada Won. Hooray! More drinking.

Woke up on Terry's couch Thursday morning. Terrible. Terry, by the way is my old new straight boy crush. And by old new, I mean that he was new, but just this week I got over him. Yes I know, my straight boy obsession is old you'd think that by 24 I'd have figured that shit out. But I haven't. And I'm okay with that. It doesn't happen all that often. One a year. As much I know how ridiculous it is, it makes me feel alive. Because I do in fact love these boys. Its a fantasy, and it makes me feel good. For a while at least. I'd an addict through in through I guess.

And that'll do for now.