Junk Mail

If you know me you know one of my pet peeves is junk mail, i think there are people out there who's soul job is to sit at their desk and figure out how to get useless advertising out to the rest of the world. First it started with actaul mail, then it spread to e-mail, and then it was in blog comments, i mean honestly BLOG COMMENTS! you go on your blog to write a new entery then see your plast post has a comment "oooh yay! a new comment, sweet" you open it up and its a funking advertisment!!!! WTF who the hell thought that one up, jack ass. then today i got a text, yay text, it's either Darren or Jee, either way, yay! open it up, nope its a junk text. a junk text! yes yes i realize that the text is from rogers, where my phone is from and they are advertising some new deal or phone or some such nonsence, but a junk text? whats next junk phone calls? no wait they've thought of that, its called a telemarketer. leave me the fuck alone advertising world! i want to think for myself! i don't want to wear jimmy choo's shoes, and i don't want a louie vatan bag, nor do i want to have a pink metalic ipod, well an ipod would be nice and i do like shoes, NO LAURA BAD! *laura slaps her hand* and truth be told junk mail isn't usually about that kind of stuff its about tacky seramic birds that sing amazing grace and 2 for 1 on cans of beets at the local grociery store, and who, really, want to know about a sale on beets except little old russian ladies. not knocking little old russian ladies, i am related to a bunch of those and they are pretty damn cool, especailly when they feed you jello with chocolate chips in it for breakfast. mmmmmmmmmmmm





life, its ever so strange, its s full of change, Think that you've worked it out then BANG!......

Crazy Dream(s)

so they other night a had a cuple of kind of crazy dreams, well one was crazy the other one was just odd.
so the crazy one is like this: i'm in the sidney bakery and i'm getting a foot doughnut, Misha see's me in the bakery from the street and decides she wants a foot doughnut too, and in the bakery we start talking about pumpkin pie, mmmmm mmmmm, so she orders a foot doughnut then whips out her own china plate from in and amongst her clothes in true misha flare and fashion and puts in on the desk and asks for the most tasty, freshest piece of pumpkin pie they have and thats when they inform her that they don't have pumpkin pie so misha blows up, well not blows up per-say, she actually blows up the bakery with her inside it, and i don't mean blows up in the pissed off fashion, well i guess she was pissed off but i mean she made the place explode with her in it, it was awesome.
anyway the second dream was kind of odd. for some reason my family got 4 honda accords, i think some how we inherited them; two "green" ones a black one and a lite mitalic blue one and we decided we didn't need nor want these cars so we were giving them away. So i think i'll give one to Al, he's extatic because he sold his probe and needs a new car, which was the reason i wanted to give him one, he chose the blue one. next we go to my cousins house, only its not their house, it's a family friends house and my cousins are liveing there. we decide to give one to my cousin bonn, and in my dream he's 12, in real life i think he's 16 or 17. so he wants the blue one but i tell him he can't have it because my friend Al has taken it, so he pics on of the green ones. and its not eh family who is decideing who's getting the cars, it's me. and through the whole dream i'm thinking this is stupid, why aren't we keeping the cars or selling at few of them, make bucks. and its not me in the dream thinking this, its me outside, watching the dream that's thinking this. me in the dream is thinking that this is awesome and we don't need the cars anyway and its being environmentally friendly which in all reality its not, because the cars are still being used. anyway, those are my weird dreams. i've been haveing a lot of them lately but i'm not going to share the others with you because they are not worth it.







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