what's up with that?
what's up with that?
this was just a random act by what I'm sure was a very well intoxicated woman, but it proved that not all women in T.O. are up tight fucking bitches.... at least when they're drunk
All of us guys have the same complaint about women in T.O.
They seem to think they are 'the shit' and you have to play a million games, just to get them to make eye contact with you that second time. You'd rather say 'fuck you' to them instead of 'hello'
Well this random female proved that there are some women that don't fit that annoying ass mold that seems to be the post-millennium female in T.O.
Grimm and myself were gleaming last night, for a lack of anything else to do (sound familiar?) We went from the usual spot all the way to Queen and Spadina. Roughly a 30km round trip. DC must have slowed us down the other time :)
So I'm standing on the corner in my blades muchin' away on a hot italian sausage (i do not love the cock) and this mini-van taxi makes a left turn infront of me. The chick in the passenger seat makes eye contact with me and blows me a kiss. She was pretty fine looking too. I was blown away. NO GAMES!! No phone number either cuz she driving away as I said, but I couldn't believe how fast my mind changed about these post-millennium biotches. There are a few of them that are still cool.
So uhmmmm.... yeah...
women, like em a lot
the cock, don't like it
All of us guys have the same complaint about women in T.O.
They seem to think they are 'the shit' and you have to play a million games, just to get them to make eye contact with you that second time. You'd rather say 'fuck you' to them instead of 'hello'
Well this random female proved that there are some women that don't fit that annoying ass mold that seems to be the post-millennium female in T.O.
Grimm and myself were gleaming last night, for a lack of anything else to do (sound familiar?) We went from the usual spot all the way to Queen and Spadina. Roughly a 30km round trip. DC must have slowed us down the other time :)
So I'm standing on the corner in my blades muchin' away on a hot italian sausage (i do not love the cock) and this mini-van taxi makes a left turn infront of me. The chick in the passenger seat makes eye contact with me and blows me a kiss. She was pretty fine looking too. I was blown away. NO GAMES!! No phone number either cuz she driving away as I said, but I couldn't believe how fast my mind changed about these post-millennium biotches. There are a few of them that are still cool.
So uhmmmm.... yeah...
women, like em a lot
the cock, don't like it
good ol' depression kicking back in
mood: Depressed
music playing: Elton John - I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
........so to continue
Grimm and myself pull into the driveway of the office and are confronted by a car and someone flashing a Maglite in our eyes.
The woman asks for our Security ID, thinking its the lamest comment ever, Grimm tells the person in the other car to shut the light off and I snarkily comment about the stupidity of a Security ID.
We figure it's Mavericks ball and chain, so we play along and act like complete asses to the person in the other car. Exact details are fuzzy now that the incident has long passed, but the car pulls back and the lady comes out of the car. Wouldn't you know, its a real officer asking us for our ID. She makes the point of showing her badge, as we had to explain we thought she was a friend being a pain in the ass.
So as she's taking our ID to check for our possible criminal records, I start to laugh uncontrollably cuz I know my record is clean... but Grimm's I'm not so sure of after all the stories of birth-suit swimming at the CNE. She asks why I'm laughing and I just explain that I have no idea what his possible record is like.
The whole thing was damn funny.... especially the way Grimm (like a stud) gave the copper a business card to get us off the hook. He was so suave.
.......all that shiznit is done and Grimm is dropped off
I'm heading home and another cop starts to bother me.
This one is one of those assholes who has fun slowing down traffic but tailing someone for no reason. I was the victim in this case, but I put my cruise control on 92 or so and drive it to death.
I got so boring that the copper finally decided to move onto someone else, at which time I hammered the gas up to 130 and got the hell out of there.
Stupid cops.
Protect I can see
Serve.... not so much
Grimm and myself pull into the driveway of the office and are confronted by a car and someone flashing a Maglite in our eyes.
The woman asks for our Security ID, thinking its the lamest comment ever, Grimm tells the person in the other car to shut the light off and I snarkily comment about the stupidity of a Security ID.
We figure it's Mavericks ball and chain, so we play along and act like complete asses to the person in the other car. Exact details are fuzzy now that the incident has long passed, but the car pulls back and the lady comes out of the car. Wouldn't you know, its a real officer asking us for our ID. She makes the point of showing her badge, as we had to explain we thought she was a friend being a pain in the ass.
So as she's taking our ID to check for our possible criminal records, I start to laugh uncontrollably cuz I know my record is clean... but Grimm's I'm not so sure of after all the stories of birth-suit swimming at the CNE. She asks why I'm laughing and I just explain that I have no idea what his possible record is like.
The whole thing was damn funny.... especially the way Grimm (like a stud) gave the copper a business card to get us off the hook. He was so suave.
.......all that shiznit is done and Grimm is dropped off
I'm heading home and another cop starts to bother me.
This one is one of those assholes who has fun slowing down traffic but tailing someone for no reason. I was the victim in this case, but I put my cruise control on 92 or so and drive it to death.
I got so boring that the copper finally decided to move onto someone else, at which time I hammered the gas up to 130 and got the hell out of there.
Stupid cops.
Protect I can see
Serve.... not so much
So it is myself, Grimm and Pul[sic] (ask Inari Vachs) doing yet another marathon gleam on the lakeshore. That makes three times this week, and are my feet killing me.
back to the topic....
So we're gleaming away, hanging out with Carnies and such when we are confronted by 5 security nazi's looking to flex their security muscle. The lead nazi tells us that we aren't allowed to gleam on the CNE grounds. I look all the way down the road from where we came and respond with "well I'm not walking back, that's for sure". The security nazi immediately responds with one of those "oh I was just joking" kinda bullshit comments that people make when they can tell you're not really impressed with them bothering you. We decide that its boring anyway and start to make our way for one of the many exits. We make a quick stop at one of the fountains (reminder folks.... don't drink the water) and dunk our heads for some refreshing cool water. "HEY... I'll get a drink at one of those ever so conveniently located pop vending machines", says I. A quick gleam over to the machine and I shove two loonies into one of the Coke machine, only to notice that it hasn't done anything but take my money and not even drop it into the tray inside. The usual physical beating of a vending machine occur. But this machine is no ordinary vending machine, it is a pain in the fucking ass machine that enjoys playing with your thirst. So I start to tilt the machine... actually rock the fucker back and forth (all parties involved are safe). One of the loonies falls in and now I have officially paid a dollar. Just need that other dollar to go in and I'm gonna be enjoying a cold Sprite. Doesn't wanna give... I keep rocking but it refuses to give in. Watching the majority of the proceedings is a security nazi... but this one is on a golf cart. You don't mess with the ones on golf carts!! So this guy starts to tell us that we aren't even allowed on the CNE grounds. We are fairly shocked by that claim since all but one entrance are wide open for anyone to walk in (or gleam). So he asks what entrance we took to get in. He or Grimm, don't remember which, mentioned Dufferin (??). **Not really paying attention at this point** He then claims we couldn't have come in that entrance cuz its guarded 24/7. I point at us three and said, "well we're in here are we not" and gave him one of those body motions like 'look at us you turd'. We actually went in through Ontario Place, but he doesn't have to know that!! :)
So... finally he talks us into leaving... again, its boring as hell and we're leaving anyway. But we aren't just leaving normally, no, we're being escorted by this nazi on his golf cart. At which point we slow the hell down, cuz we were gonna make that 1 minute gleam into an hour. We went SOOOOOOOOOO slow until we finally reached the exit. Now the funny part was the two security guards who we claimed were not there when we went in the park.
They got in shit for their lack of enforced security, even though we lied about where we entered.
After that, aside from Grimm falling again on his previously cut knee, the rest of the trip home happened without incident.
I will admit to a SNAP that Grimm layed on me.
I took off my t-shirt to cool off and stop sweating on the shirt cuz I had plans afterwards. I go, "how can I make this look cool", meaning to look like all the studs that gleam with their shirts off.... but a SNAP was headed my way in the variety of "put your shirt back on"
I'll admit... it was funny
Then we decide to go to the office.... refer to next blog
back to the topic....
So we're gleaming away, hanging out with Carnies and such when we are confronted by 5 security nazi's looking to flex their security muscle. The lead nazi tells us that we aren't allowed to gleam on the CNE grounds. I look all the way down the road from where we came and respond with "well I'm not walking back, that's for sure". The security nazi immediately responds with one of those "oh I was just joking" kinda bullshit comments that people make when they can tell you're not really impressed with them bothering you. We decide that its boring anyway and start to make our way for one of the many exits. We make a quick stop at one of the fountains (reminder folks.... don't drink the water) and dunk our heads for some refreshing cool water. "HEY... I'll get a drink at one of those ever so conveniently located pop vending machines", says I. A quick gleam over to the machine and I shove two loonies into one of the Coke machine, only to notice that it hasn't done anything but take my money and not even drop it into the tray inside. The usual physical beating of a vending machine occur. But this machine is no ordinary vending machine, it is a pain in the fucking ass machine that enjoys playing with your thirst. So I start to tilt the machine... actually rock the fucker back and forth (all parties involved are safe). One of the loonies falls in and now I have officially paid a dollar. Just need that other dollar to go in and I'm gonna be enjoying a cold Sprite. Doesn't wanna give... I keep rocking but it refuses to give in. Watching the majority of the proceedings is a security nazi... but this one is on a golf cart. You don't mess with the ones on golf carts!! So this guy starts to tell us that we aren't even allowed on the CNE grounds. We are fairly shocked by that claim since all but one entrance are wide open for anyone to walk in (or gleam). So he asks what entrance we took to get in. He or Grimm, don't remember which, mentioned Dufferin (??). **Not really paying attention at this point** He then claims we couldn't have come in that entrance cuz its guarded 24/7. I point at us three and said, "well we're in here are we not" and gave him one of those body motions like 'look at us you turd'. We actually went in through Ontario Place, but he doesn't have to know that!! :)
So... finally he talks us into leaving... again, its boring as hell and we're leaving anyway. But we aren't just leaving normally, no, we're being escorted by this nazi on his golf cart. At which point we slow the hell down, cuz we were gonna make that 1 minute gleam into an hour. We went SOOOOOOOOOO slow until we finally reached the exit. Now the funny part was the two security guards who we claimed were not there when we went in the park.
They got in shit for their lack of enforced security, even though we lied about where we entered.
After that, aside from Grimm falling again on his previously cut knee, the rest of the trip home happened without incident.
I will admit to a SNAP that Grimm layed on me.
I took off my t-shirt to cool off and stop sweating on the shirt cuz I had plans afterwards. I go, "how can I make this look cool", meaning to look like all the studs that gleam with their shirts off.... but a SNAP was headed my way in the variety of "put your shirt back on"
I'll admit... it was funny
Then we decide to go to the office.... refer to next blog
chocolate milk being a turn off?
mood: meh
music playing: Idlewild - You Held The World In Your Arms Tonight
what's up with that?
not that I expected to be part of a new revolution, but blogs are so damn common and expected of sites now that I don't really feel like posting blogs anymore
"look at bashtard, he's following the current Internet trend"
If it were an original thing, than maybe I wouldn't mind that everyone else is starting to pick up the trend we started. Coming into a pre-existing trend bothers me. I dislike ideas that aren't original. So instead of feeling cool, I feel like a pawn.
If..... this pawn could (insert witty chess analogy here) than it would be a whole different ball game!!
We'll see what happens as far as my blog posting goes.
For now, I'm outta here, CHICKEN FUCKER!
"look at bashtard, he's following the current Internet trend"
If it were an original thing, than maybe I wouldn't mind that everyone else is starting to pick up the trend we started. Coming into a pre-existing trend bothers me. I dislike ideas that aren't original. So instead of feeling cool, I feel like a pawn.
If..... this pawn could (insert witty chess analogy here) than it would be a whole different ball game!!
We'll see what happens as far as my blog posting goes.
For now, I'm outta here, CHICKEN FUCKER!
what's up with that?
it was in the cards I tell you
mood: Bouncy
music playing: Idlewild - You Held The World In Your Arms Tonight
Now we all know that I'm presently unemployed.... BUT..... who would have thought that missed opportunity with those 6 chicks could have worked out in my favor??
So I'm back on that random picture site and I find a random pic of Yonge and Steeles.
So I joke with Johnny Cakes about the missed chance, but then I decide to look at the homepage and wouldn't you know, I find a 'career' section with a perfect job description for a Toronto based ISP.
Needless to say, the resume has already been emailed off and I am anticipating a reply and/or phone call back.
That job description just screams for this bashtard!!
Everything I love to do.... and its all the way downtown at 1 Yonge St.
Finally... if I get the job, a valid job and reason to move out of this hell hole and get some REAL highspeed!!
Grimm, you better keep pace cuz I need a roommate.
**crossing my fingers**
So I'm back on that random picture site and I find a random pic of Yonge and Steeles.
So I joke with Johnny Cakes about the missed chance, but then I decide to look at the homepage and wouldn't you know, I find a 'career' section with a perfect job description for a Toronto based ISP.
Needless to say, the resume has already been emailed off and I am anticipating a reply and/or phone call back.
That job description just screams for this bashtard!!
Everything I love to do.... and its all the way downtown at 1 Yonge St.
Finally... if I get the job, a valid job and reason to move out of this hell hole and get some REAL highspeed!!
Grimm, you better keep pace cuz I need a roommate.
**crossing my fingers**
Searching this site for random pics and I keep seeing all these pr0n pics.
It seems so easy for other people to find someone to have a relationship with... or sex (paid or unpaid) but I can't seem to find anyone that is even remotely interesting on a physical or intellectual level.
When I do find them.... (read previous posts)
But I've been going out a lot lately and notice that the women that catch my eye aren't actually that good looking, they are just better looking than the other women around, making them seem better than they actually are.
THEN..... when the chance is there, I have to go and pull a Michelle and not act when I should have.
It was my friends bday, and I hate him everyday for that fact.
Me and another friend were already a few hours late in getting downtown for his party, but on the way at Yonge and Steeles there was this patio bar with 6 extremely hot looking chicks with no guys around. They made the effort of smiling and waving at my friend and I. I looked around and we were the only people around, so it was us they were looking at (for my sceptics) That was an invitation if I have ever seen one... but we were already hours late, so we had to go downtown. It bothers me SOOOOO much cuz I know we should have turned our asses around but we morally couldn't do it.
They made the first move and we didn't act.
Who knows what might have come out of that?
DAMMIT
It seems so easy for other people to find someone to have a relationship with... or sex (paid or unpaid) but I can't seem to find anyone that is even remotely interesting on a physical or intellectual level.
When I do find them.... (read previous posts)
But I've been going out a lot lately and notice that the women that catch my eye aren't actually that good looking, they are just better looking than the other women around, making them seem better than they actually are.
THEN..... when the chance is there, I have to go and pull a Michelle and not act when I should have.
It was my friends bday, and I hate him everyday for that fact.
Me and another friend were already a few hours late in getting downtown for his party, but on the way at Yonge and Steeles there was this patio bar with 6 extremely hot looking chicks with no guys around. They made the effort of smiling and waving at my friend and I. I looked around and we were the only people around, so it was us they were looking at (for my sceptics) That was an invitation if I have ever seen one... but we were already hours late, so we had to go downtown. It bothers me SOOOOO much cuz I know we should have turned our asses around but we morally couldn't do it.
They made the first move and we didn't act.
Who knows what might have come out of that?
DAMMIT
what's up with that?
took a drive out to the armpit
mood: meh
music playing: Idlewild - You Held The World In Your Arms Tonight
so me and a few friends go to Hamilton tonight to hang out with this chick we met in Cuba.
wasn't bad
I had fun, but it was sad to see that Hamilton still looks like shit
I used to date a girl from Stoney Creek and when I was there, I couldn't help but let the insults fly.
Now about 3 years later, I go back and everything is still the same.
Still a shit hole.
Guess its just better in the GTA instead of the GHA
GHA.... I still laugh about that one
wasn't bad
I had fun, but it was sad to see that Hamilton still looks like shit
I used to date a girl from Stoney Creek and when I was there, I couldn't help but let the insults fly.
Now about 3 years later, I go back and everything is still the same.
Still a shit hole.
Guess its just better in the GTA instead of the GHA
GHA.... I still laugh about that one
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
Ladies, I have heard the complaints that men sometimes love their cars more than they love you. That belief is totally true. I shall explain.
My car is a '92 Saturn SL2 Twin-Cam (American Model)
Many insults have been thrown the way of my car, usually due to the lack of steel used to construct the car. If one of these ass clowns actually drove the car, they would quickly change their minds about the quality of car.
My car has 123,000 Miles which is roughly 197,000 Kms.
So this car is no spring chicken. Its been around the block a few times you can be sure. I'm not going to pretend like there haven't been issues with the motor, but with all those fixed and almost 600 dollars worth of quality tires put on, my car is now my dream girl.
For the last two weeks or so, my car has been more fuel efficient than at any point in the previous three years. A 40L tank will regularly get me over 550 Km's. Lately averaging even more than that. All with a mere cost of 26 dollars per fill.
Tonight though.... my Saturn proved why any thoughts of getting rid of it will not be a reality any time soon.
I drove to Grimm's place, and on the 401 I was ducking and diving between cars with perfect control and response from the engine when needed. After picking him up we made a quick stop at the gas station. I left the car running and cleaned the windshield. I realized that I couldn't even hear the motor going. That was the second 'man I love my car' incident of the night.
Then I drop Grimm off at home and take the usual route of the Gardiner to the 427 to the 401 to the 400 (damn that's a lot of highway driving). My car was driving so smooth that even at 130 - 150 Km/h the steering wheel was perfectly still with no shaking and I still couldn't hear the motor going. The ringing of my ears may have helped shield the noise a bit, but I couldn't believe how smooth of a drive I had on the way home.
So see ladies... look how much I just talked about my car with a hell of a lot more to say, but I forced myself to stop.
There's no way I could get rid of this car now.
After washing it, I'll look out the window at it and smile cuz it looks so damn good. That is what you call love.
Now if a woman could drive me 550km for only 26 dollars and be all smooth and comfortable like my car is....
nah.... that'll never happen
My car is a '92 Saturn SL2 Twin-Cam (American Model)
Many insults have been thrown the way of my car, usually due to the lack of steel used to construct the car. If one of these ass clowns actually drove the car, they would quickly change their minds about the quality of car.
My car has 123,000 Miles which is roughly 197,000 Kms.
So this car is no spring chicken. Its been around the block a few times you can be sure. I'm not going to pretend like there haven't been issues with the motor, but with all those fixed and almost 600 dollars worth of quality tires put on, my car is now my dream girl.
For the last two weeks or so, my car has been more fuel efficient than at any point in the previous three years. A 40L tank will regularly get me over 550 Km's. Lately averaging even more than that. All with a mere cost of 26 dollars per fill.
Tonight though.... my Saturn proved why any thoughts of getting rid of it will not be a reality any time soon.
I drove to Grimm's place, and on the 401 I was ducking and diving between cars with perfect control and response from the engine when needed. After picking him up we made a quick stop at the gas station. I left the car running and cleaned the windshield. I realized that I couldn't even hear the motor going. That was the second 'man I love my car' incident of the night.
Then I drop Grimm off at home and take the usual route of the Gardiner to the 427 to the 401 to the 400 (damn that's a lot of highway driving). My car was driving so smooth that even at 130 - 150 Km/h the steering wheel was perfectly still with no shaking and I still couldn't hear the motor going. The ringing of my ears may have helped shield the noise a bit, but I couldn't believe how smooth of a drive I had on the way home.
So see ladies... look how much I just talked about my car with a hell of a lot more to say, but I forced myself to stop.
There's no way I could get rid of this car now.
After washing it, I'll look out the window at it and smile cuz it looks so damn good. That is what you call love.
Now if a woman could drive me 550km for only 26 dollars and be all smooth and comfortable like my car is....
nah.... that'll never happen
what's up with that?
what's up with that?