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mr bad takes
give me a post
make it obsequious and needlessly boast
give it some edits, ignorant blamer
and stay up all night bickering with strangers

That’s all I got, the post box crashed the first time. I really hit it hard with those HTML filters too.

I’m not dead. I an very much alive. Vital. Like an above ground pool left unattended, I am teeming with life...

Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Bombombombombombom

mr bad takes
give me a post
make it obsequious and needlessly boast
give it some edits, ignorant blamer
and stay up all night bickering with strangers

That’s all I got, the post box crashed the first time. I really hit it hard with those HTML filters too.

I’m not dead. I an very much alive. Vital. Like an above ground pool left unattended, I am teeming with life...

Somewhat recently I came to the conclusion that I should probably get a webpage to resume publishing my writing...somewhere. It's not that there's anything wrong with OWF's blogging system, but it literally feels haunted it's such a ghost town.
Sorry, I don't really have license to say that because I don't post so much any more. Instead I spent a few years being a complete scaredy cat about any social media platform because being an insufferable shithead to complete strangers has some drawbacks....

I helped a friend of mine move out of his apartment over the weekend. Straightforward ordeal if you're going by the book; you can expect to be frustrated, tired, manic and giddy, seemingly exhausted and altogether a little sick. Also, don't expect to get paid when you do anything for your friends unless they're wealthy or sensible.

These were my expectations, the reality was more harrowing.

First of all, my friend is a recent convert of Islam. I don't really have a...

oh canada
Our gorish tainted land
Truly pale and gone, with all the sun's demands;
This growing harsh, we seethe eyes
I'm stalwart-gaunt for thee,
For all our lies,
Gore-ious and cheap,
O Canada we eat a grand of lard for theeeeee
god creep our land...with glowey lucious weed!
O canada we eat a grand of lard for thee

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EAT
A GRAND OF...

So I said something horrible, hateful and untrue to some guy because he kept making retarded jokes, vaguely directed at my mother.

To be precise I said "Well at least my mother doesn't live in (his country) and have to worry about radical (abrahamic religion) raping her to death."

What an awful thing to say.

All those 'egalitarian' posts, straight down the crapper. Not really. But straight down the crapper. Oh, woe.
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After a long stupid...

I've been up until at least 7AM for two days in a row. I know I'm no recordholder here, but I'm pissed because it's 100% happening again tonight.

On saturday, I was drinking, last night, I was reading comics. Tonight I'm drinking again.

My friend made home made khalua/irish coffee. It's 1AM now and we have a little under half the bottle done.

And I'm sitting here, coughing up this blog while my friend tries to get my attention and enjoy the quality...

Well, I'm 24 years old. Over the last week I've been thinking that this feels more significant than my 23rd birthday, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why.

A year ago, I'm not even sure what I was doing. I was probably stoned, unemployed and remarkably bitter. I still hadn't quite figured out what direction I wanted to take my life, and I...

I saw Tim Heidecker and Neil Hamburger perform at The Opera House theatre in Toronto over the weekend. It was phenomenal, they're both incredibly funny. I'm not sure how into alternate Comedy many of you are, but they are both masters of the craft. It was a great show, and I recommend any American and Canadian readers to pick up a ticket if you're interested. Its an experience.

There was a fire drill on campus today. A classmate and I were trying to get some monotonous computer coursework done, really simple, powerpoint level stuff. Anyway, halfway through it we're forced outside for twenty minutes. No big deal, fresh air is better than the farty atmosphere of the Computer Lounge.

A circle of nursing students had gathered and were doing dumb exercises. I wandered over to join in, mostly curious, and I was singled out by this attractive leprechaun of a woman,...