| Missing |
[Jan. 3rd, 2007|03:07 pm] |
For a change, something humourless. Has anyone else noticed a strange trend here in Newfoundland over the past few months? Missing men. Not a nice fashionable trend, but a trend none the less. Am I the only one who notices? It seems as though the RNC and RCMP have overlooked it. I won't say their names on here as I'm far from a reporter or anyone in a postion to investigate anything, however the number has increased while none to my knowledge have been found.
What may be in our midst? I don't want to cause alarm (it's not like anyone reads this anyway) but I'm begining to wonder why so many have vanished into thin air. We as Newfoundlanders are very safe and comfortable in our sherltered corner of the world, content to watch the real world play out on CNN. The phrase "that could never happen here" may be said on occasion as we watch developments in such cases as Picton or the recent slayings in England, but really, do you think we're safe? No...we can't be. I hope I'm wrong, and the 4 or so men missing here in the province are safe and sound and return to thier worried families, but I feel like something is wrong here. 4 men, all under 30, all missing within the last few months, all vanished without a trace in a province where 1 missing person is headline news. I don't like it.
Live well guys, I hope you make it back soon. |
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| The Dead Dictators Club Part 3 |
[Dec. 26th, 2006|07:21 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I Feel Dead-James Brown | ] |
It's a little late I know, but yes, there is another to add to the stockpile in the Dead Dictators Club, Augusto Pinochet. He is sitting there, playing cards with Moussilini, waiting for Fidel to bring the cigars. I've been seeing Fidel, in his blue track suit on the news. Remember that stupid NTV documentary "Waiting for Fidel"? They should make a new one, "Waiting for Fidel to DIE". CNN is waiting...stockpiling old footage as we speak to saturate us with him when he finally croaks.
Poor old James Brown. I know, I know, not a dictator, but I feel he deserves to be honoured somehow. Des's James Brown Doll now sits next to all the fancy Christmas dolls my mother has, with a Santa hat on. They are his bitches. We figure he smacks them around after we have retired for the evening. R.I.P. James...you don't feel good anymore. |
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| I hate needing a subject |
[Dec. 4th, 2006|05:00 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | a comfy chair | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Chrsitina Aguilara?!?! WTF?!?! | ] |
I've been reading other people's live journals lately. Wow, I never knew how self centered people could be. I mean yes, while having an online blog means you can rant and rave about whatever your little heart desires, does it HAVE to mean being vane and boring?
This one girl's journal I read, someone through Mikey's, was the biggest advertizement for anti-biotics I have ever seen. What a shallow skank.
It seems no one really ever has anything to say. Nothing worthwhile or interesting anyway. When did the world become so obsessed with being bitchy and one word catch phrases?
Well that's all, I just wanted an opportunity to call this girl a skank :) |
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| My Favorite Quote...Long Live Irvine Welsh |
[Nov. 10th, 2006|06:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  quixotic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nadda | ] |
This is the best...
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? |
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| The Dead Dictators Club Part 2 |
[Nov. 5th, 2006|12:53 pm] |
Death by Hanging. I want it to be televised. I'm sick I know, but meh.
Saddam is cool, there's no question about it, but a sick bastard who should rot in hell taking it up the ass by Satan. I'm going to miss him though. The world needs a villian, and he was a great one. So hang on Yassar, Saddam shall join you soon. |
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| To Heal |
[Oct. 14th, 2006|04:47 pm] |
Sometimes, on those rare occasions, a song can not only entertain you, but inspire you. Odd how someone else's inspiration can spark something deep within you. Almost like passing on a cold germ or a good book.
As I cleaned my apartment this morning, the song Accidents, by Alexisonfire was playing in the background, and it hit me...are they right?
Having a close family member going through the torment of cancer treatments, I'm left to ponder...Do they even cure you? Or is it just to humour us before we die? One line from a song that has made me question so many things. We sit and wait. A doctor makes you even more ill in the hope you shall be cured, but how often does it happen?
It's true, many people are cured from going through this pain and torture on a daily basis for months on end, temporarily, only to have it return months or years later, thus making it futile.
We all die, that's a given, but are treatments just prolonging the inevitable and making the time left excruciating?
Maybe my grandmother had the right idea.
Cancer #1- Surgery..Removal..It's gone Mrs. Murphy, you're cured.
Cancer #2- Surgery won't work..Chemo might..Radiation might..you shall live horribly for months with a slight chance of gaining years.
She opted out. Life during those months were tough, pain free, but miserable as the Cancer ate her from the inside leaving the body dying and the mind tortured. We watched...we helped...and at the end we sighed in relief as it took her beyond.
This isn't every story, I'm well aware of that. Mary Murphy you are an inspiration to all who know you. For those who don't, to be brief, A breast cancer survivor for many years now and helping her husband, my uncle, in ways I cannot imagine as he goes through the same poison right now.
We are people of faith, or at least I come from people of faith. Holding onto a belief that something higher will help. I'm not going to presume I know something or someone out there beyond us is watching, helping, but the faith exists, and to them that's all that matters.
The doctors can learn, pass on knowledge, be cold and sterile. The nurses can give comfort, and a helping hand. A cure? I don't think it exsists. Hope does.
Live well Clyde |
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| Horrible things about Horrible people |
[Oct. 8th, 2006|10:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | This Could be Anywhere-Alexisonfire | ] |
6:30 am is far too early to feign acceptance. Fair warning. I've been thinking about it all day. Well some of the day. How often we feign acceptance, even like...to the extreme? Love, but that's for some other day.
Each day I use that 5 minute walk I have to gather my thoughts, appreciate the morning air, and find new and interesting ways of avoidance.
To many, or so I gather, I seem to be a very cheerful person. Cracking jokes and smiling politly at boring anecdotes and stories of the night before..sometimes the same story several times..but I digress. Only some, and they know who they are, know the true nature of my sheer and utter disdain for many people who cross my path on any given day.
Many times, as people are speaking, I may smile...I may even go as far as to laugh, but really? I'm squeezing that cigarette just a tad more than before and there's a shutter underneath.
There's a smell to this. It's a mixture of stale coffee, nicotine and bad toothpaste. The cheap kind you can get at Pipers.
Sometimes I lose myself in thought...
Sometimes I actually listen...
On occasion I interrupt to avoid jail time.
Most often I just walk away when it gets a little out of hand.
There are beacons though, once again, they know who they are...all others? Can rot in hell with Her Royal Highness the Queen Bee, Bubblicious and Tits on a Bull. |
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| I made it |
[Sep. 27th, 2006|07:21 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bored | ] |
Don't you hate when pride is unwelcome?
Loathing my job..the last thing I need to feel is good about staying a full day.
I talked myself out of it.
I also left 5 minutes early, justifying my hatred and despise. |
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| Praise Jesus..I'm SAVED!! |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|01:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Crisis-Alexisonfire | ] |
It's Monday,
I'm incredibly ill,
Knock Knock,
Who's there?
Mormons
2 of course,
as they travel in pairs.
Bannana's in pajama's...
I feigned I was a "devoute" Catholic.
Being Agnostic is what they WANT me to be.
I told them sweetly I would say a prayer for them.
At mass of course..
blessed them and closed the door.
Does anyone know the "Hail Mary"? |
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| The End |
[Jul. 14th, 2006|07:21 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cynical | ] |
I cannot express into words just how pleased I am this week is FINALLY over. One more day of multi-cultural profanity, feigned appriciation for my job and that ever so witty office banter.
I pray my weekend is free from smelly office chairs, the words "work order" and flattering salmon dress shirts. |
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| "P" is for Penis |
[Jun. 11th, 2006|11:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  dorky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I can hear Tony Soprano cursing | ] |
Darrell pissed me off again...so I talked about penis's with a friend. It's true..everything works out in the end:) |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 5th, 2006|08:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  indescribable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 66- The Afghan Whigs | ] |
I miss the dog already, and of course Des's "Waynie" impressions. How come we must move away from where we belong? I want more turkey and butter pecan birthday cake. |
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| VACATION!!! |
[Apr. 21st, 2006|03:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ruby Soho-Rancid | ] |
Waiting on Jack..
Going to Mom's..
Eva arrivith with little Josephine Sunday..
Vacation
Vacation
I'm tired, but good tired.
I'll sleep soundly amoung JoLa.
Home, Home, Home.
Mom's cooking and Harvest Moon.
Toodles everyone |
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| And so it begins.... |
[Mar. 25th, 2006|11:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hell to Pay-Project Orange | ] |
I did as I do every morning and checked the VOCM website when I finally dragged my ass out of bed this morning. To my glee? I discovered today is Black Saturday. For the Sir and Lady anyways. Today begins our seal hunt.
Where are they now? Sitting comfortably back in England one would assume, sipping tea and eating some god awful vegetarian English dish. Maybe poor Heather is crying for all those little seals, Paul holding her hand, saying "There there".
Right.
If I were her proper English maid? I'd spike her tea with Draino and wait for the bitch to die.
Bardot can rot too...wait, I thought she did? I could swear she died. Killed in a rampage of rioting seals. Rejoice!
When will these washed up hacks learn to leave things alone and find something more productive to do with thier vast spaces of time. That's all you have when you have that much money. Time and nothing to do with it, other than make your name appear in some headline to remind yourselves (and others) you're not dead yet. YET. |
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| Sunshine Lollypops |
[Mar. 22nd, 2006|03:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wave of Mutilation-The Pixies | ] |
So...it's not Miami, but hey, it's sunshine. About time. Spring has sprung. Winter has fallen and all is now right again with the world!! |
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| Where's Spring? |
[Mar. 19th, 2006|07:18 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | grumpy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hash Pipe-Weezer | ] |
I need sunshine. Big time. I'm tired of snow. I'm tired of freezing rain. I'm just tired in general.
Winter grips like a vice sometimes, refusing to let go. It holds so tight your throat swells and your heart aches. Kinda like being strangled by Frosty the Snowman. There's a blip on the news I never want to see. Kinda like Santa Claus holding up an East End convenience store.
Maybe old Jewish retirees have got the right idea. Miami sounds nice. Maybe one day, I too can be a Golden Girl, although none of them were Jewish. I'd want to be Sophia of course, minus the housecoats and wicker purse.
I'd travel down the road and back again, hopefully someone would thank me for being a friend. |
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| Fake Sleep |
[Mar. 13th, 2006|12:51 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Stem-Hayden | ] |
Oh the feeling of faux relaxation. It courses through my veins soaking them in a glow of feigned calm. Ambien. Drug of choice. Drug of now. I'm braver than I thought. Stupid... but I have a fine set of imaginary balls. |
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| The Dead Dictators Club |
[Mar. 11th, 2006|12:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cold | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rock the Casbah-The Clash | ] |
Yassar is there, Slobodan joined today. Osama is an honorary member and they're all just waiting for Saddam. Virgins rejoice, Slobodan isn't Muslim. |
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| It's too Early for a Subject |
[Mar. 7th, 2006|08:55 am] |
So here I am, waiting on Mikey to go to work. But today is not an ordinary day...no no no. Today we get to be trained for something at the Fairmount Hotel. La De Dah. Here's the kicker, we get breakfast provided. Unlike my sister who works for the refinery, I'm not expecting a feast fit for a king, or Trevor. I'm not expecting vast tables filled with anything and everthing one would desire. God no. This is ICT. Stale Tim bits and No Name Hot Chocolate anyone? |
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| Heather Mills McCartney must die |
[Mar. 3rd, 2006|11:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  angry | ] |
O.K. I have just finished watching Larry King Live. First, David Letterman IS right, he DOES look like an owl. Heather Mills is the most ignorant woman I have ever had the misfortune of witnessing. She is using her fame to treat us Newfoundlanders as backwards "barbarians" so she can come out the victor on an issue that has NOTHING to do with her.
Everytime our premier, Mr. Danny Williams spoke, she very rudely interupted him. Didn't anyone ever teach that ignorant mess not to speak when someone else is speaking.
She compared the killing of young seals to killing of her own children. Hmmm..does this mean she tosses fresh caplin to hers and Pauls poor ugly child? A direct quote from the uninformed bitch, "people don't eat seals" O.K? What was my grandfather putting on the table "faux" seal?
Paul also claimed he was "in" Newfoundland yesterday. Yes. He was..at our airport, for an hour, signing autographs. He didn't leave the airport in Newfoundland.
Of course they claimed they weren't there on Larry King for any other reason than to "save the seals". 30 minutes in Larry of course asked Paul about his career. I was right. Publicity. If you ask me, it's "barbaric" to use the livelyhood of families and put said livelyhoods at risk to sell another lame CD. I just find it a shame that most of the uninformed masses will believe and follow what they say because they are famous no matter how wrong they actually are and how many lies can spew from their boring buck-toothed faces. |
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