"I may be going broke, but I'm never broken down."

"All good things must come to an end."
Well Livejournal, I think our love affair has come to an end. I said I'd always love you, but like everything else I've ever said, they were just words. This fall I did what I haven't done since 2003. I went more than a month without updating you. We both knew it was building to this. For the last few years, I've just been going through the motions. My heart isn't in it anymore.

It's been a good run though, hasn't it? Seven and a half years. Longer than any romantic relationship, and most colloquial friendships. Longer than high school. Longer than the amount of time since I lost my virginity. I didn't even know what waking up after an alcoholic blackout was like when we first got together.

Well, everytime I take an oddly shaped dump, I'll think of you. Because that's just the sort of thing I told you about.

I'll come back to check up on you from time to time. Not too often. I'll call you and say we'll chill, and then blow you off without explaination from time to time as well. You know how it goes. Here's looking at you, kid.

(Also, I've been cheating on you with Facebook and Blogger.)

``I`ll take you down the only road I`ve ever been down...``
I`m in pretty good spirits tonight. More so than my last post, which I deleted on the grounds that it was too whiney.

A couple things at work have been stressing me lately, but that`s okay. I am autonomous. I am a capable human being. A man, even.

In other news:

I chilled with Bryan tonight, and knocked back a couple of beers. I think this was just what I had needed. I`ve been dating this girl for the last month or so, which is cool. I like her, and I think things are going well. But things are still new, and viewed through a rose coloured lens maybe. I`ve been spending a lot of time with her, the way you (I) do when things are new, and I think I was a little overdue for some male bonding. Rick and Cat-Rine have been out of town this past week, so hanging with my chick has literally been the only social contact I`ve had since then.

Also, Donnie`s wedding is next week. Holy shit.

Also, I bought a laptop. Mostly, it`s only been used to download comic books from Pirate Bay, and to rock out to Sega Genesis roms. Namely, Shining Force II, which is still just as fun as it was when I was ten.

Anyway. That will be all.

I'm going to write a book.
It's going to be called
The Alarming Rate In Which Deuce Comes Out Of My Bum Bum:
A Memoir By Sam Reid.

Expect the blockbuster movie sometime in the near future.

Seriously though, I'm not medically sound.

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Same old, same old. It's August now. Whoa.

Wrote about 14 pages of a short story today. That's something.

Back to work (almost) full time next week. I've been missing it. Also, I'm way broke.

And there seems to be a giant smog-cloud hovering over the city today. I haven't gone more than a kilometer from the house today, so I haven't gotten to the bottom of the cloud's source. It smells though.

Anyway, until that cloud (or the multiple cigarette clouds I create daily) kills me, things are good!

Gideon stole the Power of Love! What a dick!
What's new:

1) Scott Pilgrim's Finest Hour = Flawless Victory.

I'm not a longtime diehard. I've only recently given the series any attention. Rick turned me on to it a month or two ago. But I read the first five volumes in the space of a week, and spent the remainder of the time between then and now itching for the final volume to come out. I could nitpick at it a little (though, just a little), but I won't, because there's nothing I could have done better.

I'm now officially stoked about the movie that comes out next month. I'm not put off by Michael Cera playing Scott Pilgrim. Maybe it's tacky casting, but I don't think it's inappropriate.

2) I worked two whole days this week. The second being a last minute "Could you come in today?"

Which was fine, because I've actually been missing my job for reasons beyond restocking my bank account.

3) Donnie's stag occurred last weekend. Go-Carts. Paintball. And Vancouver after dark. I did not get obliterated. But I did pull my trademark disappearing act early the following morning.

4) Date's # 2 & 3 with this new girl. I think I have a girlfriend on my hands. She's nice. Sweet, and not a troublemaker.

5) I'm waaaaaay broke. Like, way broke.

6) It's all good.

"Strange Overtones, in the music you are playing..."
Well, life has been treating me pretty well since I last wrote in here.

I worked only once this past week, and the day was almost obscenely easy. We took the kids to Fuller Lake (where I had never been), and all of them were super chill, all day.

Otherwise, I saw Coast a couple of times. I had coffee with Shannon. I chilled with the roommates.

Last Sunday, I had a totally awesome first date with a girl I met at a place I subbed at last week. I'm off to visit my Step-Mother tonight, and hang with some buds on the mainland tomorrow. And then this Sunday is date # 2, which I'm pretty stoked about.


"War is not a polite recreation but the vilest thing in life...
...and we ought to understand that and not play at war."

I write like
Leo Tolstoy

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Hahaha, I don't know about that, man.

"Don't know about you, but I am un chien andalusia!"
So I had a totally fucked up dream the night before last.

I'm putting it under a cut, and forewarning you, readers, that it's rather gross. So, you know, don't read it if you don't want to read something gross:

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Anyway, I've never been particularly good at analyzing my dreams, but I think I nailed this one.

I think this was a lesson in being humble. It coincides with a couple of things that have happened in real life lately. (And I mean that abstractly, of course.)

I may not show it too often, but I actually have a rather high opinion of myself. Sometimes maybe a little too high. It's when I get heady like that, that I'm prone to making mistakes, and subsequently cutting myself down to size.

The moral of the story is that when you begin to get too full of yourself, you may find that what you're actually full of is shit.


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I cleaned my room yesterday, for the first time since moving into this house (almost six months ago), and opened the blinds and window wide. Actually committed to a little writing in the afternoon. I think my newly transformed room (actually, it kind of looks like the sort of room a twelve year old would live in) was a conductive environment.

Two more days of work, and then I'm off for a significant portion of the month. Kinda stoked. I'm going to head over to the mainland sometime next week and chill for a few days. I haven't visited my old man since February, so it's overdue. I think I'll try to visit Dann and Donnie while I'm over there as well.

And that's that.

Slightly awkward and heartbreaking moment at work today:
I won't reveal too much personal info about this kid at my work. All I will say is that he's six, and doesn't have a father.

He asked me today if I liked his Mom. It was a little hectic in the room at the time, so I answered kind of offhandedly, "Yeah dude, I like your Mom."

Probably you know where this is going.

"Well, why don't you marry her?"

This caught me a little off guard. Maybe it shouldn't have. I should note that there is not, and never has been any sort of flirtation between this kid's Mom and I. Since the beginning of the school year, I've only spoken a handful of words to her. But I do know the kid quite well. I've spent time with him almost every weekday since September.

So I did my best to explain to him that I liked his Mom, but not like that. And that I wouldn't be allowed to get married to her anyway, because it's against the rules of my job. And then he leaned closer and said "You could get married to her on your day off."

Yeah. Shit. I hope I haven't helped create a situation. I don't need to contribute to screwing these kids up worse than they already are.


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