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Monday, July 31, 2006



Today I quit my job as a video game tester.
I finish work on Friday, and I never have to return
Though by the time I had quit, I had already landed a sweet lower management position.
That place was not the best work environment.(that's all I can say, or ill get sued)
I work with 90% virgins.
I love office nick names.
Probably the best invention of our time.

The Viking
Napoleon dynamite
Batman
ect ect



99.8% of the people in my office play WoW(World of warcraft) the remaining .2%( my friend Daniel and I) want to slap the shit outta people who talk about their FAKE characters in the game.
The game is basically a world, in which people make characters online, and run around killing each other and doing missions??? I have put all this together while overhearing people at the office talking about it.
This is all beside the point though, the game is fucking fake.
I know some people in the office must get off work.... 8 hours testing games. And they go and sit and play WoW for another 8-10 hours when they get home... Then they sleep.
Most of these people have very different social skills.
they all get a long in a nerd like fashion, in this online fantasy world.
but in person they shutter when someone asks them a question.
I find this sad.

killed softly at 7/31/2006 06:22:00 PM
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Sunday, July 23, 2006

whenever you want me, whenever you need me


This week was a whirl wind of emotions, that all climaxed on Friday night.
I was drinking.
better yet, I was drunk.
I embarrassed myself.
Better yet, I embarrassed everyone.

Im listening to some amazing old john coltrane recording. Softly as in a morning sunrise. He was so a head of his time its amazing. I feel like I could have heard this last night at Upstairs. Either over the speakers, or played by some jazz/coltrane aficionado.
The music motivates me.

I cant wait to have a keyboard in the apartment. It will truly make this place feel like home. I have no drive. I can feel the depression setting in.
I want to go wakeskate. I want to hit the water with such furry. Hitting water at 20/mph is like hitting a piece of smooth concrete, rather then the welcoming liquid it usually is.
Its strange how speed can change the dynamic of something that is normally soft, and welcoming, into something so cold and hard you don't even recognize it when it smacks you in the face.

killed softly at 7/23/2006 10:27:00 AM
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Sunday, July 16, 2006




i guess i should have posted this a while ago,
but i am really drunk now, so its goin up now.

Its 145 on sunday afternoon in montreal
The shit is about to hit the fan.
i love it

Im with neary, and we are drinking Alberta's best.
which, is pretty good beer if you ask moi.

We are heading to Picknic Electronik

killed softly at 7/16/2006 01:49:00 PM
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Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Its 430 am,
I've just been awakened by a party in my apartment, going on around me as I slept.
I work tomorrow. Which sucks.
I wish I was passed out drunk.
My roommates had their work party this evening.
so they decided to bring their work party back to our apartment after the bar, though their hard working roommate has to work at 8 am.
There will be payback.
MASSIVE payback
There are random frenchies wandering around my place. Im ready to.. je ne c'est quoi... Punch them in the face.

I am happy on the inside though, I had the best long weekend possible.

Dropped.

over it!

killed softly at 7/04/2006 04:26:00 AM
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