Being married to a Canadian:
Yea, being married to a Canadian is fucking weird. I’d like to say they lack the drama and general sense of entitlement that most of bovine, brain-dead Amerika has – because they do…but…They have a totally different set of hangups that seem tolerable to us all at first but then proceed to grow on you like an angry locker room foot fungus – Exactly like a bowling ball wouldn’t*.
Srsly tho – my wife think’s it’s fine to chop wood outside in nothing but a flannel top, boxers, and a skull cap. Titties jiggling, woodchips flying, boogers dripping from her nose. They’re wierd in ways I can’t quite put my finger on just yet. Did I mention the skull cap?
She won’t drink out of plastic cups at restuaraunts if they’ve been stored stacked after washing too. I’m not sure what gives… odd.
The Geeky Kinky Event:
So in a few weeks I’ll be going to Jeff Mach’s Geeky Kink Event. A place where the socially retarded consume alcohol and MDMA in excess and then proceed to cut eachother, spank, insert needles in eachother’s flesh for artistic purposes, and have lots of close talking mouthbreathing backne rakingn n3rdsex. People will be tied up, beaten, fapped to, and left in the bathtub with all the ice from the ice maker – and urinated on…because it’s not a party until your date passes out mid fuck and you’re so incensed that you have to pull out half hard and piss whip the bitch in the face and then steal her fucking kidneys so she’ll never be able to do the same to you.
I’m in a bad mood today because I’m out of medicinal cocaine.
All alone at work:
The only engineer I work with is leaving our company next week. That just leaves me. I’m okay with this because I’ll probably get more done alone. Mismanagment has led to synchronization issues of our workflow to the point where I’m always waiting for him to finish stuff because the boss puts him on other tasks. He’s a good man – but we’ve never really agreed on professional matters. I suppose that good fence makes good neighbors but meh…imminently likeable as a person. He will be missed.
The kicker here is that the kid I wanna hire in his place is this little Italian dude Jennifer and I met at an orgy. He’s like 5’1” tall and has a 9” penis. I immediately began addressing him as “Your Majesty” ever since that day. I’m going to have *the* hardest time not calling him that if he actually gets the job and comes to work here. Awkward…yea.