depression follows poverty. luckily, i aim to cure my poverty by quitting smoking using zyban, thereby alleviating both afflictions. october 3rd, the day of my gal's birthday is the day.
am applying to teacher's college these days, and am just dumbstruck by the questions they want you to fill out. they're very confusing because they seem so simple, and you wonder, 'they're basing their acceptance on how i write this, soooo, what am i missing?'. they only give you a few lines, and you've got to come up with something about how you're going to change the future of education based on this one time you looked at a kid with a ruler in your hand. i'm perplexed. fortunately, i'm an infamous bullshitter.
almost all of my friends are libra's. it's so strange.
hinto, joel, stacey, and i'm missing someone. sorry someone i'm missing, i'm sure i'll come to the party (no not you JT, i think you're on the cusp of libra and some other sign, hence your permanently mottled state)
busy month for the parties.
am going to casino niagara for joel's party. unemployed and in a casino. sadly enough, i probably fit right in.
stacey has opted out of karaoke (i do not CARE how to spell it), and wants instead peace and quiet.
hinto is having a bbq luncheon or something like that.
and i'm having humble pie every freaking day.
i'm not posting again until i have something positive to report. (no, fantasy sports does not count, fortunately)
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Shoot, I missed Stacey's birthday again. Not a very good family to come into girl.
We will do a great birthday dinner in TO in the very near future.
Good luck at the crap tables Fergus.
M
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