good vomit or bad vomit? vomit nonetheless.

sometimes when so much good and bad shit occurs simultaneously that it makes me wanna vomit. sometimes this vomit is good, sometimes bad. i am over and underwhelmed at once. times like this are when just living wins out over any sort of productivity. plans are dashed and foiled, and i laugh until i realize what i may have missed. like FUCK, that job posting that paid $55 thou/year. oh yeah, and it was a perfect job for me. qualified? not by their needlessly rigid standards, but i know i could do the job. eff and fuck. eff and fuck. nobody would take my cool clothes when i went to sell them downtown. why? because they're not in season. christ fashion's hard. grey sweatsuit revolution here i come. so here i am listening to cannibal corpse and eating granola just like last night when i was about to blog and blogger was just simply too busy to be my enabler. so here, now blah. watched whale rider tonight which was a wicked good time. it's snaining or some shit, what a crappy walk home. yikes! i like how my finger always seems infected but never is. i like how my trip downtown was nearly a waste of time. i made some fantastic pasta and blueberry crisp tonight. and we ate dates. bought blake golden girls season one and part of my mother's present. had a shower. did most of the dishes. almost froze and baked in my house within minutes of each other. summer plan ideas are: learning french with mg(w?)stp, hitchhiking across the country with nrm, being productive in a variety of ways, thinking of something other than that, working at GO still. i dunno. fuck, i've had to deal with sears about my stereo like umpteen fuckillion times in the last three weeks about my stereo being repaired. to all sears ears: listen asswanks-- here's the deal ---> my stereo's already been fixed. it's under warranty under my father's name. even tho you don't know it, my stereo's somewhere at the halifax shopping centre location. send it to game world on quinpool (NOT the halifax retail store whatever the christ that is, not unit 1616, not baker's lake or the halifax shopping centre or its annex) NO QUESTIONS ASKED and PRONTO. and if you connect me to regina or hamilton one more time i'll cut your nipples off with a plastic fork and then push you into a kiddie pool of balsamic vinegar. eat my care, sears.