turmoil and carnage
buttes and dongs
what is a man
a miserable little pile of secrets
cigarettes are a heartbreaker
look under the cap
no sugar added
peanut free
The grass is deep green, lush beneath my feet,
In the distance there are orchards, and fields of golden wheat,
The sun is softly shining, gently warming all the land,
Sparkling on surf that crashes upon pristine, soft, white sand,
The breeze is gentle, mothers touch, lovers gaze or friends embrace,
There's a sense of peace and love and joy within this holy place,
May be fairy tale or dream, illusion or a farce,
But I'll enjoy it, just for now - in the real world, peace is sparse.
Current Residence: Toronto Favourite genre of music: Trance Operating System: Windows XP/Ubuntu Linux MP3 player of choice: Winamp Shell of choice: Changes frequently Wallpaper of choice: Changes frequently Skin of choice: Changes... GUESS. Favourite cartoon character: Bender Personal Quote: "Well lah dee dah, Mr Fancypants!"
As you can see I'm saving my budget by cutting parts of words out of titles.
Anyway holy shit this recession is going to be bad. Current predictions are for something around the 1970's recession; hopefully it won't go beyond that but I'm bracing for the worst.
Toronto got way too pricey to live in (I couldn't even afford the medication I need and had to calculate my budget down to the single dollar) and so I've ended up moving back to my parents in Chatham. I -was- feeling ashamed until I noticed that a lot of people have moved back home in one context or another. Not naming names but all of my friends in this situation are well educated, w
Welp, it's been over a month since my last serious post. I'll save the life update till the end, because there's some stuff I need to get off my chest.
I'm sure any of you who happens to have known me for any decent amount of time knows my stance regarding religion beating back science. Or at least the teaching of science. I actually have some solid reasons for it too; I spent a large chunk of grade school in a Catholic school, and high school again was Catholic and there was a lot of stuff that wasn't very pretty at all. Save for a few high school teachers (thank you, Mr Wilson, Mr Sasso and a few others whose names shamefully escape me rig