That would be nice...

Yes, knowing what you want to do with your life is a good thing...Not to worry J-Mo, you and everyone else like us will get there.

It should be that one thing in your life that brings your emotion to the surface, that thing that keeps you up at night, that thing that burns holes in your days because you cant concentrate on anything else...

What is mine? It is a combination of music and film....and beautiful girls. I hear sound and am immediately taken away to a visual depiction of what I think these sounds resemble. So, I hope to God my life turns out to have this in there somewhere...Even if it is just as a hobby I think I will be content.

A colleague of mine pointed this song out to me:

BRAND NEW

"Jesus Christ"


Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone

Well Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.

Well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?
Cause my pride is too sly to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands

I know you'll come in the night like a thief
But I've had some time alone to hold my lies inside me
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up

So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try

I know you'll come for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
Tongue tied to a hating factory

But we all got wood and nails
Your tortured (and hanging) factory
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
Your tortured (and hanging) factory
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine

F'ing great tune.

I saw this band once, and I think I need to see them again. I crowd surfed last time during the best song and I think I had an orgasm on the crowd it was so f'ing sweet.

He just couldn't stay away....Or could he?

Well that is that....Never getting another cat again.

My little guy went A.W.O.L. and I have a feeling hes not coming back.

Id like to think he got scooped up and is off living the high-life in some playboy mansion type setting.




However, I live in Hamilton and he probably got cat-napped by some crazy old lady with 43 other cats....or he got flattened by a car.




He was wicked and I got attached to him as I normally do with animals so he will be missed. There is a chance he'll still turn up, but I have a feeling this hope will be in vain so there's no sense in pretending.




Its probably for the best as this cat represented something totally ridiculous in my life. As more time has passed I will probably share that story soon, quite funny actually now that I think about it.




Anyways, good on yah buddy.

It was swell while it lasted.

God Bless the Duprees of this world...

I watched You, Me, and Dupree the other day.

I honestly did not like this movie at all. It was remotely funny in parts, but the main guy gets on my nerves as a person somehow which wrecked it for me.

I did however like Duprees character, or rather, liked his little rant in the classroom on career day. That, and the realization of his purpose in life.

Its come to my attention that this Friday will be the two year "anniversary" of my Blog. Hard to believe I have been writing gibberish in here for that long. If you look back at the starting point versus what you read now there are some striking differences.

Grammar and content are two things that come to mind.

Hahahaah....Basically this whole thing has changed over time with me. Its kinda neat to see the "ups" and "downs" of it all though; and I guess that is the purpose of this thing.

What is noticeable to me is the lack of that one good moment. There is no real high point here. There is boat loads of lows, and tons of funny stupid shit, but I cant for the life of me find a string of posts where Im in a state of complete bliss.

With that comes the thought of little old Dupree preaching to the youths of today about life. In his rant on the possibilities of what this world holds in store for them he makes reference to alien pods...Not to sure what in Gods name he was talking about there....But, it does make sense if you think about it. Each one of us starts off as this little ball of fluff with limitless possibilities. Some of us will find our calling right off the bat. We know from that point on what our purpose in this life will be and spend the rest of our time here pursuing and perfecting our goal. Some of my friends are going to become lawyers, some are doctors, some are getting their PHDS in engineering, while a few others have Masters etc, etc. That is only one side of spectrum. There are also others that knew their calling was to help others, or to provide for others. I have friends who work with sick children, troubled teens, and so on and so forth. These are the people who have either found their calling or stumbled into it for one reason or another.

Then there is the rest of us.....

The people who just kinda get by doing what they do. We have not found our purpose and seem to be labeled as slackers for not having that end goal as of yet.

I am definitely one of those people....I have no idea what the hell I am doing here. ha. I think this frustrates me a great deal and causes me to try and create things that are not real for the sake of having something to do.

I wonder what its going to be...Will I find some crazy passion later on in life? Will it be a person that makes me feel alive? Perhaps my children will become my inspiration? Who knows...What I do know is that even though my current situation may seem like wasted time, it is not. Every mistake, every victory, every tie is just another step towards figuring out yourself and your life. There is no fault for not knowing what you are suppose to be doing. You will know when you know.

That being said, I would like to make reference to another movie I watched last night: "Things to do"

This was a Canadian made movie that was recommended to me by a friend at work. I guess her friend from back home wrote and produced it.

The movie was essentially about nothing. This guy reaches his wits end working some shitty office job in the big city. With nowhere else to go he moves back home to his old stomping grounds. While at home he comes up with the idea to create a list of things hes always wanted to do. With the help of his socially inept side-kick he goes about completing his tasks. On his journey through his list he discovers things about himself and life in general he had no direct intention of stumbling across.

At the end he comes to the realization that life is hard for everyone no matter what you may think. That, and you will not truly understand what you are searching for until it is right there in your face. When it is right in your face you will know it because there will be no half measures, no doubt, it will consume all of you.

This flick inspired me to create my own list of things to do.

Some of the things on here are pretty standard like going bungy jumping for example. Some other things are a little more specific to my character. Id like to play guitar outside the beer store one day just to see what it feels like. Should be fun going through these one by one.

To to top this off I will leave you with another movie you should all watch:
"Its all Gone Pete Tong". This is the story of a man who found his calling in life, but had it taken away from him. He was a famous DJ at the top of the industry living a life most people can only dream of. He had the money, the cars, the friends, the houses, the hot wife, the drugs, the parties, the this, the that. He had everything that is held up high in this life by most. This all came crashing down when he went deaf. His universe was turned upside down as he withdrew from the world not knowing what to do with himself. His wife jumped ship for some other guy, the record deal was shot, and he was left all alone with his demons to sort out.

It is actually a really inspiring "story". He learns to DJ again with the help of his lip-reading teacher. They find something real between each other and fall in love. It is something that is much more profound then anything he ever had in the past, yet incredibly simple. He does one last gig to show the world he has overcome his past, and can never be stopped. After that? He just disappears and spends the rest of his days loving his wife, his life, and his new found happiness.

So I guess what I am saying is don't be upset if you haven't figured out what the hell you want to do. And if you have had it taken away, you will find something more powerful and important down that long winding road called life so there is no need to worry.

Happy two years to me.

Hahaha.

Its been two weeks

That is all.

Looking for one thing, but finding another

I started out this post by looking for pictures of routine things. On my travels for these pictures I stumbled upon this amazing photographers website. So enjoy these. There is tons more, worth a look if you ask me.

I have found myself in somewhat of a rhythm these last two weeks.




I get wake up, throw my cat off me because he's favorite place to sleep is on top of me now. If he's not purring and pawing my face, he's licking my nose. The little bastard is lucky he's cute. Go through the usual routine I always have before work minus using my dryer as an iron because I don't have one in this house YET.




Work is the same old same old, except on lunch I now spend an hour studying for my PMAC course.




End out my day only to come home to more work....The house.




Right now we are in the midst of painting the place. Its a bigger house then my last home so there's more to do. It needs to be done now because in a months time my brother and I will be moving downstairs to the other unit. The 2nd and 3rd floor will hopefully be rented out ASAP.




I think the lack of posts has something to do with my lack of time.

Highlights of my non-existent social life:

Hockey - Rung one off the goalies face with a minute to go. I swear Im due; got another penalty. hhaha.

Poker - Came back last night from being the first guy down to his last five chips, and one hand away from playing XBOX 360, to winning the whole damn thing ha.

Parties - Going to my first Christmas party on Saturday?!?!? Its a month before?? Its pot-luck so I will not complain because I will be fed.

ha.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it Thomas!!

Well I made it.

One week of absolutely no toxins what so ever. Except for maybe the odd T.V. commercial. Its not like I have been avoiding these temptations either. I have been to the bar three times this past week, watched a bunch of movies, been around people who smoke, etc, etc...

I don't know if I FEEL better yet....But I guess its going to take some time. Last weeks hockey game was my best so far despite the result, and I think my new habits might have had something do to with it.

Recap: We are playing the number one team who pounded us 5-1 last time.

4-2 us half way through the 3rd period. The puck is in the corner so John heads to the net...hummm there is no one around me....Pass it to me, pass it to me!!, pass it to me!!! The pass comes to John and he blasts it over the net. Insert loudest F bomb ever, not inside my head like the rest of this recap. The other team picks up the puck, skates down to the other end and scores. John hangs his head in shame and skates off.

4-3 us....Some gay-ass douche bag scores for the other team. This was one of those cocky show-boating you want to bend your stick around their face guys.

4-4 tie...30 seconds left, pucks in their end and goes back to our guy on the point. John heads to the net again to try and either a) screen the goalie or b) tip the shot in. Standing in front of a slap shot with no face mask is never really smart, but its hockey. Our defenceman winds up and blasts one at the net, John tips the shot towards the goal only to have the goalie stop it on the goal line with his STICK!!!

4-4 tie final....John just laughs as he is beyond annoyed to even let out an F bomb.

Anyways, was a good game and I actually feel like I might be getting back into shape. I've only been talking about doing that for like a year or so. haha.

I bought a watch

Why in Gods name is this relevant?

Well you see, somewhere during this "night" I managed to dismantle my watch in a drunken stupor only to wake up with half of it in my pocket. Useless. Coincidently, since that point I have kinda been on auto-pilot. Much like Adam Sandler in click. I guess it started before then, but that night was the last straw type deal.

Aside:...The girl in that movie? I am absolutely smitten with. She has got to be the hottest girl on the planet for me hands down. I do not like famous people, or idolize these people at all. I couldn't care less about Tom and what's her faces marriage. I don't even remember that girls name, but Kate B something or other is out of this world.




Back to the watch. I did not bother getting a new one because it was not time to get a new one. I was in a funk, a rut, a dark place. There was no point in getting a new watch because time had lost all meaning anyways. I did not want to keep track of this period in time. I didn't even really plan this, it happened subconsciously I suppose. I just woke up and wondered what the time was.

This is somewhat similar to the time my watch smashed into a thousand pieces and I knew it was right for me to make my exit from Australia, and move on to Thailand.

I wear my watch on my right hand so its felt like something has been missing.

Glad to have it back.

I need to paint my room

I think you were right J-Mo, being in my room is like drowning.

I've been told the best way to go is by drowning. The struggle is torture, but the end is a feeling of complete euphoria. I guess when you finally take that breath of water its like a combination of being in the womb all over again and one crazy ass I.V. Ha.




The struggle though...the struggle is unbearable. You know that breath is coming and you do whatever is in your power to make sure that doesn't happen. The thrashing about trying to grasp onto anything, anything at all that may help you out of your situation is exhausting. The bobbing up and down from certain death to a glimpse of hope is enough to drive a man mad. I think its when the branch you've latched onto breaks and sends you down further then you've ever been is the moment when you stop fighting. Part of you wonders if you'll be seen as a quitter for dying, but you dont really have a choice. You look around at what your demise will be, take it all in, smile, take one last look and breathe in the new life that awaits you...

Before you get to that point you kinda wonder why the fuck you went swimming at all.

Here's your nudity Kels. ha.

Freedom of speech

"Is mine"

Love this song...

When the negatives outweigh the positives

I negotiated our mail-delivery/bank run/courier account.

We got one heck of a deal.

In return?

A strange man comes into our office every once and a while now and unleashes such a chaotic fury of digustingness that could only come from the depths of hell itself on our washroom. It is so bad that it comes down the hallway and makes everyone in the office ill. I do not think this man is human.

He is employed by the company who does these services for us.

I am considering changing this account solely based on this.

We're going down in a Blaze of GLORY BABY!!!

Judging by the title it might not be very hard to see how my casino adventure went. The thousand was gobbled up crazy fast which left us with only one thing to do....Drink. ha.

And drink we did!!!

They actually ran out of milk at one point and had to serve us our white Russians with cream??? I don't recommend drinking them with cream for a prolonged period of time.

Im not even sure why I got a hotel room because I don't even remember being in it. ahhaahha. We woke up at 10:30am giving us a half hour to be out.

At breakfast a rather strange, yet delightfully refreshing idea hit me. I need to become straight-edge for a bit. I am curious as to how healthy people live haah. I always say I'm going to quit this, or cut back on that and it never sticks. But, if I just go cold turkey on everything there will be no more temptation. There is no gateway back into it...

This idea came to me after I had to vacate the restaurant from laughing too hard. I was laughing so hard, and so out of control that I almost threw up from the hangover. This is just ass-backwards to me...I've gotten myself to a point where one of the funniest moments I've had in a while was interrupted by my habits of the previous night.

SO THATS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Johnny Straight-edge for a bit it is.

Someone wish me luck dammit. hahaha.

The Crew

There has been a base-camp type of a crew that exists amongst a group of my friends. We all have traveled or done school in other places, but for the most part this group of 6 has always been.

For a while now there was talks about who would get married first. It was almost like a who could hold out the longest game. This game is now over. As of yesterday the first one has made the big plunge.

Here is the happy couple:




Love both these guys...

So that's one of out six, leaving the last 5 to sort out their lives. Here are my predictions as to the order of the hook-ups.

1)Spyrou...Already done.

2)Declan...Just finished school, been dating his lovely girl for a few years now, talks of buying homes together in there, love each other like mad, its more of a when question for these guys, not if. Hence, him being next.

3)Pegg....Just moved in with his girlfriend and got a new job. He loves the shit out of his girl, he did have a brainfart and broke up with her, had a meltdown. Realized her couldn't live without her, and here his is. Pegg is pretty laid-back so I see him getting around to doing this later then Declan.

These are the three for-sures...Then we have the three wandering idiots.

6)Adam....I will predict Adam to be last because he has no prospects and is not done school yet. Hes getting his PHD in rocket science or something haha.

That would leave us with the two dark horses...Mikey, and myself.

4)Mikey....The two of us are very impulsive and could just wind up doing something crazy. However, Mikey has beat me to the punch on this maneuver...Hes selling his condo and moving out West to be closer to his girlfriend. This would put him in the running to come in 4th.

5)John the 5th...This would put me in 5th. Although, at this rate I could end up 6th....or do something totally crazy and wind up 2nd. Who knows....

But, this is how I see it.

No lights for you!!!! Come back one year!!!!

Well my boss seems to be in a better mood today so that's a good thing. I get pissed off for feeling used and unappreciated....This builds up and builds up and then I just get f'ing fed up. This is then reflected in my work which triggers her to treat me like a child. I get upset with myself for letting this even happen so I buckle down and get back on track and she smiles at me again. Its a terrible cycle but here we are. I am up for an increase in January. So I'll probably sit on this and go back to working my ass off until then.

Anyways, on a lighter note:

Weirdest hockey game ever last night. We didn't start playing until 11pm which is stupid late for a game, but what are you going to do. We finally got our jerseys last night which look pretty sweet. We are the Chuck Norris All-stars. So our jerseys have a huge clenched fist on the front. We kinda look like a bunch of confused motherfuckers out there if you ask me. We have the black panther symbol on the KKK's whites.

Back to the game...

Half way through the second period some guy on the other team gets a roughing penalty. When the commotion settles down he comes up with the bright idea to spit on our player. ahhahahahahha. Brilliant move.

He gets tossed from the game and is given a 7 minute penalty??? What the hell is a 7 minute penalty?? Just as the time keeper is trying to enter this into the scoreboard the arenas power goes. Hahahah it was like the scoreboard couldn't even handle this messed up call that it overloaded itself and shut the place down.

Mr.McGoo and his team of half-witted knuckle draggers couldn't get the power back on so we had to call it quits half way through.

Idiots...

Nine-Hundred and Ninety Nine Ways to Die.

I just had a thought about how sweet it is going to be when I die....

Now keep in mind this is being said in the best of humor and is completely fictitious as I you will see prior to the end of this post.

When you die and are walking through the green open fields of heaven anything kinda goes right? Its heaven! You cant exactly die all over again from falling off a cloud and going splat now can you?

So hear me out....I could technically meet my boss up there (Who by the way I have serious doubts is making it up there and is why this story, besides being retarded, is entirely impossible) and have no regrets for anything that is said or done.

So, I could casually stroll up to her, toss a few grenades in her pants, stand back, and just wave...When the magical cloud that is her spirit comes back into view after being distributed amongst the atmosphere shed probably say: "Oh John...hahah....ya got me there...that was a good one. I probably deserv...." CABLAMO!!! Before she's done I've blasted her FROM Kingdom-come back down to somewhere over around Appleby Line and the QEW with a rocket launcher. "Haha...another good one....but I've gotten the point. I am sorry I..." POOOOFFFF!!!! She is instantly vapourized (No, not from one of my farts last Saturday) but by a gigantic laser beam.

This would just go on and on until I got bored.

I became this annoyed when I returned back to work after a three hour ordeal to see an email in my inbox from my boss saying it was unacceptable to leave work and not tell her where I was going.

Where I was:

I was driving out to a vendor to pick up a die used to print the artwork on one of our cardboard cartons for us. This is one of our most commonly used boxes in packaging our product. Naturally, the vendor is not impressed he is losing a large chunk of our business. Hence, when he said to come pick up the die I did not for a second think of asking him to ship it to me. Why? Because you just do not do things like that. Its called business ethics. Secondly, the large container board producers in the states are pushing through a hike on this commodity which would mean I could see an increase in the costs of my cartons.

Now, with the possibility of this increase looming over your head would you feel more inclined to pass this increase onto your customer before or after he just took away the cash crop? Anyone? Anyone at all?

So....I need to go there. Its not a question of whether I go or not, I go. I am the mirror image of a sales person at times...sometimes you need to smooth things over and butter up your contact to keep the relationship in working order.

The reason I am taking the business away? Not because of price, or quality, or lead times....No no....I am actually sending this down to our parent company in the States. You see, they send us a standard product in this box, we will call this box 101102...Because that's what I call it. I know way too many part numbers then I care to think about. Here's a typical one 82500060030053. Neat eh? Anyways, they send us this stuff in 101102; we modify the material slightly and then place it in our version of 101102 with our artwork. We spend roughly $25,000 a year on this one carton alone. That's not a lot of cash, but in terms of my salary it seems like a good chunk of change. So, we send our artwork down there and when they send us the material it is already packaged in our carton. Its called Supply Chain Management. Something our company does not do very well between divisions.

In a nutshell I am going out of my way to do a fairly decent thing for the business as a whole. I got blasted for my efforts instead....

Not to mention she held a meeting previous to me leaving on this trip where she proceeded to tell me she thinks I'm taking kick-backs from one of my vendors. This was not said directly to my face....Cant do that....But she can say it a few other ways which she did...Unbelievable. Yes, Im really pumped about the Toronto Blue Jays coat the light bulb guy tries to give me once a year in hopes of an order from me.

Anyways, heaven...I'll see ya there. It'll be swell. hahahaah.

I cant win.

Giddy with anticipation

Its only Wednesday....Hump day....Tis a good day, but not as good as Saturday is going to be.

I am making a wise investment. I am going to be giving this man 1000 Dollars to gamble with. It does not matter if he wins or loses...




Why? Because I saved a bundle on my car insurance!! haha jk.

I did save a bit on the hotel for the night through this little gem: www.priceline.com. You type in where you want to stay, how many stars you want, and the price YOU want to pay. So I got a 4 star hotel room for 90 bucks a night!! I owe many thanks to pornfield on this one.

On a random side note, waking up from a nap after work at 7:30pm is incredibly embarrassing when you calm down from the initial freak out session for thinking you were late for work.

Stupid 3 and Lucky Me

So bad stuff comes in threes right? The passing of my friends mother was the first, and as of last night it has been brought to my attention another mother in our group is ill. A third has not shown its head yet, but there was a possibility of another mother being diagnosed with a serious aliment. Hopefully this is not the case and bad luck can just come in a pair this time.

This lady has been one of the most visible and entertaining mothers of the group. Perhaps because we use to spend so much time at this guys house what with the pool and the bar in the basement. The results are not in yet, so everyone is hoping for the best on this one. It is definitely not time for her to go...I kinda feel it...So I am hoping she will be ok. It is terminal, but there is a chance to cure this and beat it.

I guess one day I will look back and wonder why I wrote stuff like this, but it is times like these that are the most real I suppose.

On the other side of the coin its the big casino weekend coming up!! So hotel rooms will be booked, wallets will be lined, and suits will be pressed.

DADDY NEEDS A NEW PAIR OF SHOES!!!!!

Humm, I guess we did?

"Hey, jackass....Might wanna clean up your mess in the living room"

"Argh, kill me...Water...Give me water...and what's the mess about?"

"Its mostly the pizza"

"We had pizza last night?"

"Yes you idiot, so did the floor, the carpets, and the couch"

It hit me this morning. I have to clean this up...No one else will be doing this for me. When I lived alone that was a give in, but now that I live with my brother I thought perhaps there was a way out. haaha, no. I think its sunk in that its my house and I still have to take care of the place.

The other house is all rented out now so that's a load off my mind. A really nice couple rented it out. The girl? Ya she's smoking. So upstairs is the blonde bombshell and down stairs is this cute sexy brunette. I think Grant Ave owes me for making that street just a little bit better. Perhaps a tax break or something?

Now all I have to do is keep with the repairs....Grant needs a complete furnace install, and Stinson needs all the wiring updated. Nothing major. Hahah. God dammit.

I am planning a big casino venture next weekend so hopefully I walk out a winner...That's the way to do it right? Plan like you've already won? I heard that works out all the time.

I am still hungover and its 4pm...Thank god I only do this once a weekend now instead of twice. I swear to god my farts could have vapourized solid objects this morning. Who's sexy? Ya that's me. hahaha.

The definition of a good person

If I had to think of a good person, this guy would be it. He does no wrong, and always puts everyone else first. He is never selfish, deceitful, dishonest, or harmful. He is the one person in my life that when he is upset with me I feel ashamed. You know you've f'ed up because the barometer of good and bad is seen through his actions...And hes not even aware of it...He just is this way. Im not sure if everyone has a person in their life like that, but in mine he is it. There is another older gentlemen I work with who is also a person of this nature. Having people around like this helps me to be a better person I think. As of late I am not impressed with the way I've been living my life...Mostly because I do not think I have been the sole person in control. I think I have let other people lead me around for better or for worse.

Yesterday was not a good day.

I was kinda on edge about the visitation that night for his step-mothers funeral. Prior to the visitation our hockey team, which he plays for, had a game at 6. Now I am the Wayne Gretzky of hockey, not for my keen sense of where to be at all times, or my record breaking point stats, but for my never ever getting a penalty stat. I don't really understand the concept of getting penalties. Like why would I hit a guy from behind? Why would I spear someone? Why would I hook someone when Im probably faster then them anyways? I wouldn't...Its just not me I suppose. The last penalty I got was probably 8 years ago.

Yesterday? I got two...ahhaa.

The first was a bogus tripping call and everyone knew it, even the guy who fell over because he didn't know how to skate knew it.

The second one? Well.....This one was different. I got bumped out of the blue after the play ended. It was like I was Darcy Tucker and the guy figured I would retaliate. Now, normally I would not...Id be the bigger man, and shrug it off giving the guy no satisfaction. (Yes that sounds gay, but you know what I mean). But yesterday? I snapped...

"Hummm WTF was that for I thought to myself? Do I drop this guy? No, no...Don't dooooo ahhhh Fuck it, hes dead."

I turned around and half cross-checked,half punched him double fisted in the face....and I loved it.

I don't even know the last time I punched someone...Even when I got hit with that shovel I didn't bother doing anything about it. Those guys thought they were sticking up for their little buddy and I was part of the crowd they needed to get. Random act of aggression against me for no reason on a day like yesterday?....I don't think so. I took my two minute penalty with a smile on my face.

Today was the funeral service...Everyone was pretty good through the whole thing. The priest read a bit of a her last words she wanted said and that got to most of the people there including myself, but I held out on the crying thing pretty good...I did until it ended and I saw him walk past me with tears in his eyes...Open the flood gates...To see this guy upset is like a dagger in me for some reason. He is a person that should never be delivered pain like this, and in my life he is one person who has been through the most...

Makes you appreciate what you have.

A team of monkeys couldn't have done a better job.

So, I moved into my new place and finally got some pics of how the transition went.

This would become my room...




It has been described as "hard to be in". Blue room, with blue curtains makes for an uncomfortable setting for short periods of time. Hang out long enough and you get accustomed to the feeling of complete sadness and despair. ahahah.

Our new hallway...Stacking things here made it extra fun getting into other larger rooms. Duhhhh....




Next we have Daves room. I think I can say with 100% certainty it was wallpapered by someone on acid.




Our new living room complete with a feng shui overhaul by Ishmato Yoi.




So this is basically what the place looked like from day 1-7 above...It took almost a week to sort through this mess of shit. There was no rhyme or reason for the way we unloaded the stuff. It has come together a bit more now; we even have a shower!! You aren't quite sure if the thing is on or not because the pressure is so low, but its better than a bath.




The last picture was going to be of Bosco and how settled in he is...But I guess the cats out of bag on that one!! BOOOYAAAAHHHH!!

HA, that was almost as bad as a Berry-funny-joke. I went to high-school with that guy, blows my mind hes on the radio.

Anyways...We are in now and settled. Moved the dishwasher over last night too, but, because it couldn't fit in the car I had to wheel it down the street four blocks to the new place. I did not feel out of place or strange at all...I guess that's what's so great about Hamilton.

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