Man I need a smoke.

Well I had a great weekend. I just finished posting against some little fuck head kids about smoking. Really, from my parents to these people to the 12 year olds. Their arguments against it doesn't change. It was hinted that I actually do think it is a bad habit. But obviously it was from someone who doesn't know me. I am one of those people who thinks everyone should smoke. I like smokers better than non-smokers. You can't trust non-smokers. Dave, I am glad you started smoking again. I can trust you more now. Lesley, now you are marriage material because you smoke on a daily basis. Actually, my favourite six people on this earth all smoke. My favourite author's I am pretty sure all smoke. I know Kurt Vonnegut smokes Pall Mall Filterless cigarettes. Hitler didn't smoke. George Bush didn't smoke. Fuck. Ghandi didn't smoke either. I never trusted those fuckers. I find it amusing when people don't actually believe me when I say I love smoknig and think it is worth the adverse affects on my health.

These non-smokers think I am full of shit. But fuck. It is always the non-smokers who say it! So really, they don't understand in the slightest. They figure deep down. Even though I am a smoker. I have non-smoker feelings about what I am doing to my body. Naivete really really annoys me. When people actually think smoking matters. When people think that should be something debated and banned and such. Which really it shouldn't. It is just killing a few thousand a year. If anything we need to up that toll. Onto my weekend. Friday after work I head downtown. Because it was Kayla's sweet sixteen. (Not really. It was her 20th. But we were celebrating it as if it was her sweet sixteen) I brought her a guinness three leaf clover for her birthday. She said she would fight me. But she wussed out. Anyway. As soon as I got down there, I called Dave as I said I would. Said I was at Jimmy's etc.

About five minutes after I get there Nicole walks in the door. So I say I want to eat at the Red Room. She mentioned chinese food. To which I said "do I look Chinese?" In the end we ended up at the Red Room. None of the things she had to complain about the place happened. They have never happened to me in fact. I think she just wanted an excuse to eat battered possum fetuses or whatever it is the orientals eat these days. So we ate. Sat around. Got caught up on her love troubles. Also, anything else that was going on that was possible for me to exploit. Haha. Just kidding kids. After the Red Room with Nicole. We started walking to Jimmy's. She parted ways with me after we stopped at the LCBO. She was going to meet Mike and pick up a lot of coke. So I headed back to Jimmy's. Kayla and Dave were there. Of course Jimmy and Andrea. I finally noticed what bugs me the most about Andrea. She cannot talk without saying "like" every other word and sounds like a 14 year old. Haha.

Somehow she is going to read this and get offended by it. But whatever. My blog douche bag. Nicole and Mike showed up at about 9:30 (an hour from when she left me) That is when the party started. I had bought myself some. So had Jimmy and Dave and Nicole and Mike. As always there was a trip back later. Some other people wanted some as well. So I would say more than half the people at this party were on coke. Interesting huh. So I was up all fucking night. Took the bus home at around 10:30-11:00 in the morning. Came home and showered than went to work. Boy was I a zombie there. Morgan showed up to the party later. Like at 1 in the morning. She was telling me chemicals were bad over the phone. (which is bullshit) I am more successful now in life than anytime I wasn't doing drugs. Anyways she came over. I didn't try and push drugs on her at all. I completely respect a decision to not do something as long as it isn't shoved onto me too. So I just offered out of courtesy and because I love her.

She accepted. I wasn't very shocked mind you. She and I did my last line at 4:30 in the morning. I think everyone else did as well. At around six Morgan passed out. I didn't know because she didn't tell me until after we got high that she had to work at 9:00 in the morning. So she passed out at arund 6:00. Told me she needed to be woken up at 7:30 or 8:00. I couldn't remember which one. So, at 7:24 I started trying to wake her and ask her when she specifically wanted to wake up. She wasn't very responsive at all. Finally she mumbled 8:30 was when she wanted to wake up. I thought to myself "I will wake her up at 8:00 and just let her think it is 8:30" because then she would have at aleqast an hour to get to work. But I could not wake her up. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms on my lap on the bed. I shook her some. I kissed her on the lips. I should have tried anal sex. But I tried so much for so long that I just figured she didn't want to be woken up. Now I will skip the whole bit of when we woke up.

Oh and Jimmy was such a sweetheart giving us his bed until we had to go to work in the morning. He didn't have to work on Saturday. So he knew we needed our sleep and took the couch. Haha. Even though I didn't sleep at all. So yes. While sitting at the Go station waiting for my bus, a guy sits down beside. Homeless by the stench and the drunkeness. There is this one pretty girl on the other side of me. I had noticed her before the homeless guy came in and sat beside me. Mostly because she seemd fascinated by me. She was one of those people who were always looking at me when I wasn't looking at them. So the following exchange with the homeless guy was watched and listened to closely by her. So he comes over. Sits down right beside me. First thing he sais is "man, you look like a young John Lennon". To which I replied "fuck John Lennon". He starts commenting and making conversation about my pants. {for those of you who don't know. I have these pants that some people have drawn on in permanent marker all over.

I wear them when I go to Toronto and party so my artistic friends can add their touch to it. And on the legs on the back of them. On one leg it sais "mother", on the other it sais "fucker"} He tried to read something written on them and barely could. Then he told me he wished he could read. I said that it was very handy to know. Haha. He told me that maybe I think I am king of the block because I can read and he can't. I said not at all. I am king of the block because I am better looking. Haha. He laughed and we chatted a bit more. Then he finally asked me for money. Of course I give anyone who entertains me money. That would just be rude otherwise. Soon after we get on the bus. I sit down. Relax thinking I will catch a few winks on the way. No such luck. The girl that had been watching me in the waiting area sat down right beside me on an almost empty saturday morning bus.

Sticks out her hand and sais "hi, my name is Felicia". So I of course introduce myself. She told me she had never seen anyone so easily make conversation with a very homeless very weird man. She said that made me come across as a confident human being which gave her the confidence to come and sit down and talk to me. So I got her e-mail address and such. We actually had a great conversation on the way there. It was a very personal one. See I myself have noticed I have gained confidence over the last year. But having a complete stranger notice it as something huge is interesting. Because people who are around you all the time just see the gradual change. So if it becomes extreme they wouldn't notice so much. She sure did. When I got home I just sat on the computer and occupied myself so I wouldn't sleep before work. Naps after being up all night just makes you feel more tired when you wake up from work. So then I just went to work. Came home. Watched the last period of the hockey game and then went to sleep. Woke up. Posted this and am now going to head to work. Have a lovely day everyone.