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Good morning blokes. I don't know what I am going to write about today. I usually never do. But right now I am having trouble finding my niche. Just ride that raft of thought down the river bend. I was thinking about revolutions the other day. I think about them often. Mostly in the context that I think most of them are stupid and idealistic and don't change anything. In fact most "revolutionaries" I find are responsible for loss of social freedom. Gives the government excuses to not let us carry firearms. Or anything liquid onto an airplane. I think the whole fight for freedom thing works more for the enemy then the people. Mainly because the "enemy" is not clearly defined. Nor do I think it will ever be. But when I was thinking about all this. It hit me what would make me a revolutionary. What would make me out in the streets picketing and screaming and not caring if I got arrested. If they outlawed smoking. That would push a personal button of mine that would make me want to fight the system. I can not agree or even live and stand by in a society that makes me an outlaw for smoking. Surprisingly there are a lot of lobbyists for anti-smoking.

I just hope that in this case, money will be the primary issue and it will never be outlawed. Tobacco solas is a multi-billion dollar industry in Canada. Us smokers pay a lot into health care. Which is justified. Because after all we do smoke and will be a strain on the healthcare system someday. So the taxes in my mind are justified. Then again we should start taxing the shit out of fast food and other things in our society that are going to be a strain on our health care system. Obesity is a rising problem. With obesity comes a slew of other health problems. Mainly heart. But we make it cheap and easy to eat a killer diet. This double standard don't sit well with me y'all. So if you want to see me become a nuts activist. Maybe blow up a few buildings. With no people in them of course. Just be around me if they outlaw smoking. I will be one hell of a contender for the top ten most wanted. I think if they outlawed alcohol you might get the same reaction out of me. For one thing, there goes the industry that supports me right now. There goes all the wine I love.

Driven into an underground black market. So you know there would be no regulated standards like VQA etc. So the quality of it would be a lot shittier. So tomorrow I am going into Toronto. I was going to be working until 4:15. But now I am only working until 12:45. My boss said I am working too much and I need to cut back a little or I will burn out. So when I told her my plans where to go into Toronto she told me to go home early and that there was no need for me to stick around that long. Which is alright by me. Means I can get into town earlier. I haven't seen Mike and Kayla in about two weeks. I am suffering it. I did see Jimmy and Dave last weekend when they came, but still. Neither of them have given me a decent blow job since then. So I am also suffering their withdrawel. We are going to go to Joel Elliot's "End of the world" party tomorrow. It may or may not be fun. But I know what will be fun. Jimmy and I going to the Comfort Zone after. Fuck yes raving and dancing with beautiful women. You know me. I love beautiful women. I love being around them.

Well I just like beauty period. I even like the guys I hang out with to be attractive. It is kind of like your house, you enjoy it more if it is well decorated and designed. Because it is beautiful. I think you like your friends more when they are beautiful. I had that conversation with Lesley on the phone months back. How beauty is in the eye of the beholder. For me, I am the beholder. Nicole is coming back soon I think. I miss that beautiful lady. Which reminds me, I have to leave her a message saying so. BRB! Alright done. So I am pretty pumped for tomorrow. Starting to suffer cabin fever. All this working and being at home. Kind of gets monotonous. That word looks wrong. But I am pretty sure it is right. If there is one thing I can do well, it is spell. And rhyme apperently. Oh God. I am a poet in the making. Move aside Bok. Spencer is in the hizzle. Well I am going to go my merry way now. By that I mean do something other then type in this white box. Other white boxes are calling my name and telling me how I don't give them enough attention. I can't please them all! Cheers!