one of those days

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Its only 10am, I'm already defeated and want to call it a day, holding back tears. Bah.

pretty shitty (not bittersweet)

I got an AWESOME tax return.

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Which my aunt accidentally put in the wash instead of depositing it :(

Now to figure out how to get a replacement cheque.

bittersweet

Yay I got an AWESOME income tax return.

Boo ... its going straight to debt.

Spammed

At work, we were recently hunting for a third receptionist, and to speed up the process I had made posts on Craigs List and on another free website, and so I created a new email account and included it in the ads.

I've been thoroughly enjoying the spam that has been coming through my spambox. Lots of the "I'm a foreigner I have lots of money that I need youre help with attaining, I will give you percentage" or Ebay telling me that there have been problems with my recent transaction.

How do people fall for these scams? I mean, the Ebay one I guess I can understand, it does look kind of authentic ... but I haven't used Ebay in like 2 years, and not with that address.

But these foreigner ones, I have to wonder what kind of schmuck actually falls for those now and days, there have been so much publicity educating people that these are SCAMS. But I guess a sucker is born every minute.

Everyone has a cheesy romance song they secretly like

Or at least I hope they do

Mine is:

I'll Be - Goo Goo Dolls

The strands in your eyes
the color them wonderfull
stop me
then steal my breath
emeralds from mountains

thrust towards the sky
never revealing their depth

Tell me
that we belong together
dress it up
with the trappings of love
ill be captivated
ill hang from your lips
instead of the gallows
of heartache that hang from above

Ill be
your crying shoulder
ill be
loves suicide
i'll be
badder when i'm older
ill be
the greatest fan of your life

And rain falls
angry on the tin roof
as we lie awake in my bed
you're my survival
you're my living proof
my love is alive
not dead

Tell me
that we belong together
dress it up
with the trappings of love
ill be captivated
ill hang from your lips
instead of the gallows
of heartache that hang from above

Ill be
your crying shoulder
ill be
loves suicide
i'll be
badder when i'm older
ill be
the greatest fan of your life

I dropped out
I burned up
I found my way back from the dead
I tuned in
And turned on
Remembering the things that you said

Ill be
Your crying shoulder
Ill be
Loves suicide
Ill be
Better when im older
Ill be
The greatest fan of yourrr....
Ill be
Your crying shoulder
Ill be
Loves suicide
Ill be
Better when im older
Ill be
The greatest fan of life

Night wandering

So, just over a week ago fellow wanderers and I went wandering through Toronto late at night. And we, oh so innocently, came wandering down a quiet, upperclass street called Lewes crescent, minding our own business, admiring the pretty houses. When we hit the corner house, number 20. Whose front of the house was all glass, and whose owner owned a rather large screen tv. And on which TV was SKANKY PORN, for the world to see. As we stood there, in shock, aghast, ... I, the brave soul that I am, went up and knocked on the door!

Then ran away.

But, I wrote an anonymous letter that said:

Dear Pervert,

If you want to watch dirty skanky porn in the comfort of your own home, buy some damn blinds. Noone wants to see that shit.

Sincerely,

Night Wanderer