Canadians
Why is it that every Canadian I ever visually examine looks like a member of the Bare Naked Ladies?
Much to do aboot nothing....
Senseful ramblings of an incoherent nature from a delusional schizophrenic (or my views on current events)
Why is it that every Canadian I ever visually examine looks like a member of the Bare Naked Ladies?
My fifth grade teacher used to yell, but only when I would return from going to the bathroom. She was tired of me relieving myself and not coming straight back into the room. I used to get a drink right after my pee. The next time I had to go to the bathroom I asked her if I could get a drink first, then go to the bathroom.
If you were lucky enough to know me when I was a wee lad, then you might have known that at one point in my life I had a temper that I could barely control. At times, I had been known to bash my head against the floor or a nearby wall – whichever was more convenient. I often whined and complained for the stupidest things and even turned red in the face if I wasn’t getting my way. Yes, I was a temperamental little bitch.
Max is a young boy, or so he looks and acts. He has short black hair which he spikes up for added effect. The gel glistens in the sun as he walks down the street admiring the different colored chewing gum spots left on the cement. Max often travels this route, not merely for the gum, but mainly for the action. The contact lenses he wears changes his eye color from their customary brown to a light blue, which is far more attractive in his mind - and maybe for those others as well.
Im sorry to those out there having a bad day today. Fortunately I am not one of those people, however I think I found someone who is. Today when I left my office to go grab something to eat I noticed that there was a woman unlocking the woman's bathroom across the hallway. This by itself does not seem to be enough of an ingredient to make a bad day. And this thought it true.
There really is no good way to pass on the following news: My hero has died. Kurt Vonnegut was a man. It's really plain and simple. And today he is a dead man. April 12 will now become a day of yearly day of mourning for me, a time to remember a truly great man who made a difference in my life.
Perhaps some of you know that Jonathan Adler is one of my hero's, or perhaps you didnt. Maybe you dont even know who Jonathan Adler is (really, shame on you!)? Well, the short story is that he is a designer/decorator/all around excellent person, his long story can be read here: About Jonathan. He can currently be seen weekly on Top Design on Bravo, where he is a judge and all around wonderful dresser. (Is it wrong for me to think that he is at his most adorable when he kicks someone off the show by saying, "See ya later, decorator," and dont even get me started on his quirky, yet blissful facial expressions! Lord, I have a man-crush).