Who Are One of The Coolest Groups In The World?

Why, the KLF.

go here to understand my love of them.



3 am eternal


ajc

I Have The Employment Attention Span of A Six Year Old On A Sugar High
aka the first non-drunk post in a while

Now that I have gotten that out of the way, let me explain:


Well, the job that I had gotten roughly two weeks ago wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. In essence it was glorified door-to-door selling in Mississauga, all the while I had to wear a suit and work from 11 am until 9 pm. The main goal for this endeavor was to earn enough money to afford insurance for the Subaru and move out - in that order.

Now, I went through a very abrupt about-face with my decision making, especially when swayed by my friend How-Yune's assertion about living at home: it's damn cheap.

True, I get on my parents nerves and vice-versa but I would also save a ton of money, even more so if I sold the 'Ru. So, I decided to quit the suit-wearing-door-to-to-selling gig and sell the 'Ru. I quit on Tuesday and by Thursday (yesterday) I had gained employment at a Hockey Shop on Bloor St. right by the Dundas West subway stop. I'll be earning about 10 dollars an hour, but it's steady 9 - 5 work, I don't have to wear a suit, I can get there easily by subway, and I'll be able to save a dump truck full of money for my ultimate goal of going to Humber College's post-grad radio broadcasting course.

So, it's two more years at home.

By the way, if you're asking the answer is, yes, I am looking forward to a long drought of singledom. Meh, whatever. Things happen.


That's about as profound as I can get these days. Only to be increased as I work in a hockey shop.



One thing I've noticed as we all shuffle off into Employmentville: there's not a lot to talk about these days. Sure, my two fantasy league hockey teams are doing well, I've officially left Unibrau and I'm writing on my own, but other than that I haven't exactly combed the depths of excitement and I'm finding a similar story from many people that I talk to.

I'm heading to Kingston this weekend for the Hip show. I can't frickin' wait.



I miss you all.


ajc

Look For The Lights, In The Liqour

How-Yune was right. More details on this to follow.


I like to retain what youth I have - grasp the fleeting glimpses while you can.
You feel fine.
You feel fine.

25 is not old. Why do I care so goddamn much?
It's the realization that I could have had a million more decisions via hindsight.
Then I wouldn't be who I am - and I like who I am.
I wish for a time machine more than a lottery.

But if only hunh?


ajc