20$

I went to Leah's last night.
She painted her room yellow.
It looks nice.
Alex and Mitch came over for a minute.
I stayed up and got down with FFX.
Videogames are going to destroy me.
I woke this morning to my roommate asking for money.
The internet/phone man came by.
WOOOO.
I awakened by some lovely insight from Jeffrey.
BLAH BLAH BLAH.
Best part of internet fights is seeing the person afterwards.
Just my luck my friend Justin is playing a show with Deerfield on the 24th.
This should be all around interesting.
I packed in a frenzy after the Eastlink man left.
Friendly man.
If you read this and you know, hit me up on msn for my phone #.
Its fan-fucking-tastic to be connected to the planet again.
Jackie called me a bitch today.
Jackie is a lady from work.
She didn't say it mean style.
Just sort of a matter of fact.
I can appreciate that.
I went over to Troy's for the great book exchange.
He shaved, quitter I tell ya.
The bus ride was by far the most interesting to date.
I sat next to an older lady, probably mid-forties.
We talked for 10 minutes or so and she asked to borrow a pen.
She did up some crosswords and I passed out.
When I awake she was gone and there a note and 20$ tucked in my toque.
That I was wearing I might add.
The note went along the lines of.
"You're a kind soul, I hope things with your sister work out. I have 3 kids that go to school and I know times can be tough. I'm keeping your pen while I continue my travels. Sorry."
Quotations marks aside, that isn't a direct quote but close enough.
20$.... and no name.
It was by far the weirdest thing to happen to me in a while.
I thought about sex for about 95% of this bus ride.
I've been tainted.
Turned into Leah, Savannah, Amy and Heather, my sex addicted friends.
When I got to Moncton, Lisa was waiting for me.
She asked me to be god mother to her baby.
I guess that pretty much sets this friendship in stone.
I said "Sounds good, I'll be the only chance this kid has at being cool".
Its going to be a girl.
Lisa's boyfriend is.... well.. Bouctouche to put it kindly.
What a judgemental blog post this has been.
Lisa drove me to the liquor store to my dad.
When I got in his car he asked if I wanted a rum&coke.
So we pulled into the mall parking lot and he mixed us some drinks.
We had some pleasant conversation and he picked apart my life.
I made fun of him, he critized me.
Same old same old.
When I got home Anika was awake.
She was moaning in pain on the couch with my mother.
Denis was bringing her hot towels from the dryer to put on her tummy.
I couldn't touch her, she didn't want me to.
My mother said it was because some of the medication she has to take has moody side effects.
I understand, I did want to hug her though.
After a while she stopped moaning and mom put her to bed.
She's so cute and precious and little.
Jesus that shit is hard to see.
A little 6 year old moaning in pain and there isn't anything you can do about it.
My mother looks absolutely exhausted, she looks old.
My mother has never looked old.
Moose is a very lovely cat.
Very playful.
Dial-up is not fun.
My tummy hurts now from all the junk my mother keeps in this house.