Yule

Yes, I did it.  Post exam I met up with Jake.
My mom is friends with Jake's mom.  They met before we were born.  My mom was in University with Jake's father.  By that time they already had Jake's older sister Kayleigh, and my mom used to kick about with them.  Anyway she went to theirs and I took the ride, since they live out of town.  Got TOTALLY drunk.  Jake has a "life-sized" Frosty.  Brilliant thing is it dances and will move it's lips to whatever you say in the microphone. That we could get this thing to say whatever we wanted became quite the game the drinker we got. Anyway, after one day of promising to never do that again I'm feeling much better. Mom asked me to got shopping with her. Now my mother has no control on spending, so every Christmas she takes out the amount she is going to spend and leaves her purse at home. So our last stop is to the LCBO. Behind the counter is this guy about 25. Anyway, we have about 600 dollars worth of booze on the table ( because my family is Awesome like that) and the guy asks my mother for I.D. She laughed, but he was serious. "this is my son.". So he asks her to take off her sunglasses then laughs. My mother looked at him and said "I'm going to pretend it is the wisdom you see in my eyes and not the crows feet that convinced you.". Poor guy had no idea what to say to that.

The musical snob

C is a musical snob.  Totally.  He listens to old music (like 60s and 70s) and claims anything good was rooted to that time.  Half the shit he listens to I have never heard of them and he hunts down pretty obscure shit in Cheapies (local music store), hates on anything mainstream. You know the type yeah he's that guy. Lately he has been into music biographies, which usually drive me crazy, because it distracting as hell when something I like is on tv when I am trying to get in the study zone. Well on Saturday he is watching a documentary which was on a record producer, so I did not mind. In between documentaries is a few videos. A couole were pretty shit, but then a decent one Sheepdogs song came out that was pretty good and it starts. Music is turning into a copy of the 60s and 70s mainstream crap... I agreed wholeheartedly. Now considering I often tell him off for being a musical snob, and he knows me, so my turnabout was regarded with some distrust. "It has a very 60s CCR sound". Still eying me with distrust, yet knowing my absolute hatred for CCR he seemed to genuinely think I was agreeing with him. "1968". Straight faced, suspicion back. "second Tuesday in April" "you're such an ass hole.". I'm laughing at this time. "Around 2:30 in the afternoon" And a pillow hits the back of my head.

Home for the holidays

My best friend is home for the holidays.  That would be so many flavours of awesome except for one little thing... well three little things.  Exams that is.  My last exam is done on the twenty-fucking-first.  That is soooo shitty.  Jake goes back on the 27th.  With Christmas, school, work, both our families I will be lucky if I get to see him at all.  Growing up sucks balls:(  He had to go and get a fucking job, what an ass hole.  If he didn't have a job he could hang out with me until after the new year.... well when I am not working that is.
What happened to the lazy prick who managed a solid 1.5 solid GPA with no job or relationship at all last year?  Sure, this year he goes and gets all responsible on me:S  Selfish prick.  I need at least one completely irresponsible and reckless friend, how else can I excuse me behaviour?

Google bitch slapped me

I often laugh at the searches that led to my blog. But today apparently someone goggled "sad cunt" and there I was. It's official.

Dear auto-correct

As much as I appreciate your much needed help at times... Fuck and duck do not carry the same impact. "I wish this hunt would shut the duck up" I'm sure hunting ducks would shut them up... But it seemed a bit of and odd text to send in the middle of a boring class. Oh and I have not once, and never will use the word "fickers". Please stop using it in place of fuckers. Just to be on the safe side, if it's profanity, it's intended. Always.

Big fight- totally worth it for make up sex

I may just start picking fights just for make up sex. Well okay, no not really. Because it was a day from hell, followed by another day from hell. Anyway, it was a fight over nothing in particular. C has been in a fucking miserable mood since trying to get stuff from his parents house and they trashed all the shit he had there. And yes, I am fucking getting what a fucked up thing that is to do. But it's another thing to have to deal with his miserable ass when he is in a mood. I mean it's like he's got a beef with everyone. And he usually does. But usually it is said with some comedic value, or I can turn it that way. But in a grocery store when a kid is having a melt down, being a dick to already stressed out dad really is... Well, being a dick. Yeah, so maybe his kid is spoiled, maybe she isn't, but your fucking unsolicited commentary was not helping nor was it going to move anything along. Anyway, then he got pissed off at an asshole comment one of my drunk friends made at the bar that night. And of course I am somehow responsible for my douchebag friend making a nasty comment on our relationship. It was probably intended as a joke. But since it does happen to touch on a subject we are already kinda working through it did not make it as a a funny thing to say. Anyway we were snapping and bitching at each other which led to a full out fight. After a miserable shift at work we did manage to talk through the stupidity. And I don't know if it is the tension release or what, but make up sex... Okay not quite make it worth the fight, but pretty fucking close.

pie and christmas plans

I'm making steak and potato pie, from scratch, TYVM.  I would just like to say, as a boyfriend, I rock.

Mine is of course not going to look like this.  Mine will look more like something you are at first afraid to eat.  But it actually does taste good.  I have just never had the patience, or seen the fucking point in making something look so fucking perfect when all you are doing is eating it anyway.  C was off yesterday.  One of the "joys" of working for an American company is that, while you do not get Canadian holidays, you do get American holidays.  So it seems like he is off some random Thursday, but then gets asked to work Saturday to make up for the missed day.  In other words, he got royally fucked.

Anyway, I digress.  Yes, this blog post actually has a point:D  Surprise, surprise.  So C spent his day checking out the Canadian equivalent of "Black Friday" sales that a lot of retailers start on the Thursday.  C has never done the Christmas thing.  Was not part of his religion growing up.  So it came up a few weeks ago when my mom asked of I was bringing C to my Nonna's at Christmas.  I was not surprised at the emphatic refusal.  But he apparently thinks it is like being asked to a wedding and now he has to buy presents (awww, bless, who's a social retard?).  I assured him that no, you do not need to buy anyone presents, well other than yours truly, of course.
Well, shit, I correct myself.... yeah... no point at all.  Just the mindless rambling as usual:D.  Anyway, got distracted and did not post on time.  The pies were really fucking good.  And having no attachment to the blog post, but for my amusement, I got quite the laugh out of these pics.