After walking up and down Admirals Road looking for some new restaurant with "beans" in the name - no avail - I ended up heading over to the grocery store for dinner on my dinner break, only some crazy old man with tufts of white-white hair in his ears came up to me and shouted THE PENTAGON IS LOADED! I didn't know you could get a government building drunk, and as far as geometric figures are concerned, I here Flatland wine is really, really weak. Which is about how my day has been, really; I was walking home this morning in desperate need of a bathroom and every single bird I saw was taking a shit while perched up on some street-light or flying overhead. Flaunting their avian disregard for social mores like indoor plumbing, damn them. I feel uncomfortable on days when the universe communicates with me via bathroom humour. News flash: the universe is a twelve-year-old boy in much the same way that Victoria's weather patterns are a petulent, moody teenager.
A five-year-old girl hit her mother at work today, and then told her mother that she'd hit her again if she didn't get what she wanted.
Meanwhile, my internal monologue has been sounding like Hunter S. Thompson all day and I'm surprised I haven't threatened anyone with an imaginary rifle or started on about the bats, the bats, THE BATS.
Comments (2)
The old man was clearly trying to give you an important message!
An old high school buddy of mine got accused of being a time traveller while on the Skytrain in Vancouver last week. How do I know this? The power of FACEBOOK!
What is your take on time travellers?
Posted by joy | March 30, 2007 1:08 AM
Posted on March 30, 2007 01:08
Time travellers bother me, often, because they're never on time (always late or ahead of schedule but talking backwards) and seem perplexed by the simplicities of life in a world without rocket ships or prehistoric beasts. They devour history books like newspapers and demand to know the correct time in other time zones.
Posted by ben | March 31, 2007 1:43 PM
Posted on March 31, 2007 13:43