darktoad's blog: "Good, Bad, I'm the one with the gun!"

Wrote my final test today, four months before I go back. What to do what to do.

I hate working on Sundays, it just sucks. Eveything always goes wrong, people are rude, the kids I work with are brats, and the adults I work with are tired and angry. But I have to pay for school, so I go.

One of the best parts of living in Canada has to be the 8 months of winter. Everything always looks so clean after a fresh coat of white wash, and snow is the easiest there is. I could do without the cold, but the beauty of a snow covered world is beyond compare.

So what is with the little pieces of paper with the addresses on? Is that a cult thing? Do I have to sacrifice 2 virgins a goat and stick a piece of loose leaf on my forehead with some strange fubar biblical page address? Will dancing naked in a circle of trees be necessary? Do I need to memorize all the words to Brittany Spears new song and chat them as I burn incense? I am sure there is a better reason than I can come up with, but I don't want to do that dancing bit just yet, as I am in Canada, and it is snowing outside right now.

Why am I writing this when I have had enough adult kool-aids that I am past tipsy? I am just not ready for hitting the hay yet. So here I am sitting in the dark, trying to type on my laptop with fingers too big and clumsy to hit the right keys. (Another great use for spell check.) I have no rant, as I already got my bitching done at the bar, and all that is left is the happy drunk that sits in the corner and tells everyone they are "The Best". I guess I could pull a bottle or two from the fridge and push myself deep into the dark areas of alcohol consumption, but watching my old room make sit in the dark and drink alone was alway the most pathetic act I had ever seen. Is sitting alone typing in the dark any better? Good question. I don't know, and am feeling too good to care. So what to write when I can hardly type??? Well, I do not think I am going to come up with any great thinking right now. No better mouse trap. No plan for world peace. And no fantastic insight into the human condition. In fact, I can almost not string a sentence together. (I think I am stringing sentences together. This could all turn out to be drunk gibberish tomorrow after the exciting effects of the alcohol ware off.) I am loosing what little direction I had here. Ok I'll rant a little. I hate my job! I know, I know, more people hate their job, but I went back too school so I would be able to escape the crap of my hell hole employer. Enough of that. --(Damn fingers, find the keys.)-- My cat is sleeping. He is an old cat. 16 years now. And he sleeps allot. Like 23 hours a day. (LOL I am over exaggerating) I am yabering about my cat... man I do apologies if anyone bothered to read this crap. I think I did mention I had a few. Didn't I? Oh well, enough of this, I an going to see what other trouble I can get in before I fall asleep.

What is with all these men sending pictures of their peters, johnsons, wieners, dicks, trouser worms, action figures, hardons, mr happy's, talywackers, third legs, or what ever else they like to call it??? I just don't understand that at all. Are some women turned on by strange men who they probably would not give the time of day too, exposing their little peepees? If you do, sorry, because I aint showing off my stuff to any strangers. And it aint from being shy either, I just don't see any dignity in showing the stuff to persons not interested in it. I have been on this sight for just over an hour now, and gaud I just haven't seen this amount of electric tuggers since the shower room at the waterpark. Guys, Grab some brains and think before you present the half mast.

So here I am, new to this fubar, running around with scissors would make as much sense to me right now. I am exploring this new world with wide eyed amazement, not really knowing why I am even here. Oh wait, thats right, someone invited me. And being the curious type, I jumped in feet first and everything else be damned. Which leads me to some thoughts... What is this sight all about? So far it seems to be a place where desperate men tell beautiful women that they want to do things, that they have to know are not going to happen. It also seems to cater to the curious, the stalkers, the perverts and the exhibitionists. As for some reason you get points for giving everyone a ten rating, and the rating seams to be for them in turn giving you a ten rating. I do not understand this at all, but when in Rome! I am still not sure what will come of this new experiance. But hell I am game to see where this goes. It is better than studding anyway. Although I need to do that too. I do however feel a little naked having only one picture of myself right now, as pictures seem to be like a military rank around here. He has 531 pictures, she has 817 pictures, she is the leader. Until later...