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Well some say that bad news comes in threes. Last night my Aunt Margaret passed away in her sleep. She had been very ill for quite sometime now. Roughly a month ago a major stroke had taken away most of her communication skills. As things were only getting worse it seems like this was for the best.

I guess I'm just hoping this saying is false. To be on the safe side, if you know me, don't do anything dumb today. In fact, don't do anything dumb for like a week...

I shake my head...

Before I started with my current company I did some part time work at the medical office my mother works for. While there I slowly learned that most of these women were bitter, annoying, used up bitches that liked to take it out on the others who surrounded them. There was however one women who could be easily described as a snowflake. She had long white hair, cartoon glasses, and a smile that could be found in the dictionary beside innocence. I enjoyed our little talks all the while doing my best to steer clear of the gossip queens.




Last night this poor women was killed in a hit and run outside her home. Shirleys husband awoke in the morning startled to not find her beside him. He made his way through their home looking in all the usual spots where he might find Shirley puttering. When she was nowhere to be found he walked outside to find his love lying lifeless in the cold wet ditch.

Now, I have a general dislike for almost everyone so this opinion might be slightly jaded. What I am though is very tolerant. I see everyone's bullshit but choose to let them be who they want to be. This is not a question of tolerance.

Things like this make me want to pack up shop, move the mountains, and call it a day. Who hits another human being and drives away? I pray she died on impact and was spared any pain this coward might have caused her. We don't know the full details yet as there is an autopsy to be performed. This person did not know her condition either way. What if he could have saved her life by rushing her to the hospital? Instead he drove away like a maniac riddled with guilt. The fact that this person is probably sitting somewhere wondering "why did this have to happen to me" makes me want to choke out their last breath with my bare hands.

This was one of the people who you looked at and just knew she was pure in heart.

Well ya took another good one big guy...Thank God you left us the rest of the assholes.

Boston

Recently took a trip down to Boston to visit with a good friend of mine. This was never suppose to happen, but I am glad it did. You see, I had originally planned to take a nice vacation to Florida with a few of my friends. After the flight was paid for, and the details settled, my lovely boss decided to inform me she was taking that very same week off and needed me at work. GREAT!

After sorting that mess out there was talk between Erin, Mel, and myself of getting together in Boston.



So off to BeanTown it was. Mel and I decided getting up at 3:30am would allow plenty of time to get from downtown to the airport for our 6:20am departure. I wish I could have seen my face when I randomly woke up at 5:00am to check my watch. Doing 150Km/h while having few "holyshit im stressed smokes", combined with some pride swallowing line maneuvers allowed us to make it.

Loads to see and do in this city. Like go for a walk in the park...



Or have a pint at Cheers. I honestly said "Cheers" to the doorman on the way out by accident.



Of course we had to check out this place....




We stopped for a bite to eat at this one place and managed to get a really good photo...



After the tourist stuff was done for the day the night life presented itself and man was I in good hands...




So the rest of the trip was mostly spent at the bars or recovering from the bars...









Apparently Photography really gets me going....or it could be something else.




Regardless,

Awesome trip and I can not wait to go back....

Tact

I just recently metioned this useful tool in my last post. Today I find myself asking the question: Why do I not take my own adivce?

When out with your assistant (whom your secretly dating) cruising around the mall on lunch and happen to bump into two senior people from your office, do not say this...

"Uhhhhhh heeyyyyyyy guys"


Just a thought...

Bitch was coming to get me!!

The covers are tucked back in, the empty M&M wrappers are thrown out, and the DVD is put back in the case to be left on the front steps for return. Yes, it was a nice quiet night spent relaxing after sharing some good smoke. One last look around and the TV goes off, lights go out, and I’m headed upstairs for a deep sleep…..

KKKRRRSSSJSHSHSHSHSHHHIIIIIIIIIIISHHHHHHH!!!!

T.v. EXPLODES back on by itself to a deafening level of hiss and fuzzed out screen.





Immediately my balls roll out my pant leg and under the bed somewhere. I have this, and only this, comforting thought shoot up my spine touching every single nerve in my body:

“HOLYSHIT THE BITCH IS COMING TO GET ME”

I lunge at the TV to shut it off thinking well obviously this is ridiculous, but once I turn off the TV my fears will become negligible. Unfortunately, hammering on the power button does nothing. This result does not help my situation at all. The next logical step is to try and turn down the ear-popping hiss because I'd apparently like to hear the crazy bitch crawl out of the TV before she turns me into an overgrown deformed leprechaun. This button has no desire of cooperating either.

Next thought as I’m standing in darkness by myself with my TV about to eat me: “at least I had a good night before I died”. This happy thought lasts about .01 seconds before I shoot under the desk and start unplugging cords left, right and center. This probably should be been done with more tact; as with every cord I randomly unplugged, yielding no positive outcome, things became increasingly shitty.

Finally the idiot box goes out and I bolt up the stairs like 5-year-old who just had the lights turned out on them. A few minutes are spent pondering the question: did I really just do that?

Slowly I muster up the courage to go back down stairs and see if there is any dead chicks bent on eating my soul lounging about. To my delight the basement is empty, and the TV turned out to be TF’ed for electrical reasons.

I had a good hard laugh and went to bed….

Ps…This might not do squat except for aggravate the whore, but why does no one ever attempt to down-size that bitch with a shovel?

Y108....OR Q108?

Maybe they really just didnt know what they were doing? Perhaps the marketing manager has himself been living in a cave for the last century? If not, one has to wonder who was the rocket scientist that came up with this promotion? Maybe I have it all wrong and Y108 is now going after the increasing gay community as a target market?

Either way, I was lucky enough to capture two DHT's primmed on St.Pattys Day displaying their interpretation of this prize.

God bless Hamilton humor...