Ok... so here it is.

I have several things to say.

1. Things are great! :)

2. I can't stop listening to Sweet Thing. Awesome. They are playing a show later this month at the historic Horseshoe Tavern here in Toronto. It'll be awesome.

3. I'm moving back to Vancouver.

Boom. Take that.

Most of you probably already know that by now, but for those who don't, there you have it. The cat is out of the bag. Here's a question for you. Why was the cat in the bag to begin with? That seems mighty cruel to me my friend. Did you at least cut some holes in the bag so the little kitty could breathe? Cats have enough shit to worry about without the thought of being suffocated in a freaking plastic bag. Things like..

Dogs.

Fleas.

Getting neutered or spayed.

More dogs.

Fresh kitty litter.

Getting run over by a car.

Attacked by larger and meaner cats.

Sudden loud noises.

So from now on, lets always keep the cat out of the damn bag, ok??

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Its a close vote right now for this months pole. It was a slow start, but its heating up now. Keep on voting my friends!

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THE PLAN

Arrive in Victoria a week or two before Dylan and Deanne's Wedding Day on August 1st.

Sublet my sisters apartment for the month of August while she is in Ottawa 'studying'.

Get me own place for September 1st.

Start kicking ass.

Im not sure where I'll end up living, but I am really leaning towards the West End. My sister recently moved there and she loves it. I really do love the appeal of being 15 minutes away from anything. Only problem is the price ranging from 800-1200 and up for a one bedroom. Shitty.

I'll keep you posted on that.

For now, I'm just hanging out. My last day at Work is June 24th. That will give me three weeks to pack up and sell all the shit I dont need or is too expensive to ship. Like my TV. :( I freaking love my TV. But she has to go. Sigh.

CAMERA UPDATE

I got my new 8gb memory card. No go. No workie. Camera is screwie. Fuck meie.

So now my plan is to return to future shop and exchange my camera for another one. They have really jerked me around. I need to wait a few days before I go in, cause if I went in now, I may blow off a little steam. I think it'd go something like this.

Future shop: [cheerfully] Welcome to Future shop, may I help you?

Yes.

How may I help you?

You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosy fucking cheeks. Then you can give me a fucking camera, a fucking Sony, a fucking Panasocic, a fucking JVC, a fucking Canon! Four fucking lens and a record button!

I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me.

And I really don't care for the way your company shipped my camera to middle of fucking nowhere with no fucking clue on what the fuck you're talking about. And I really didn't care to fucking ride down here five times on fucking bus, and across the fucking subway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking camera, right fucking now.

May I see your camera receipt?

I threw it away.

Oh boy.

Oh boy, what?

You're fucked.