Friday, September 19, 2003

A fond fairwell

Just saw Gavin for the last time in a while, and I actually felt really upset. Not that thats weird, well, maybe it is. I wasn't expecting it. Hes starting a new, exciting part of his life, and I hope he has the time of his life. We all know he will. We'll all be thinking about him way over there, and he'll definetly be missed around here.

Heres to Gavin...

Good luck buddy, till the night we drink slurpees again...

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Don't know if I can
As with most things in my life, these messages are slowly going down hill. And unfortunatly I know why. I'm working, and really thats not so bad. Its just that I have no social life, and all that I have left to complain about is the lack of girlies in my life. That gets old fast, as we all know. So I'll try and keep it to a minimum.

Alright, I need to get them juices flowing, I'm so tired though. Ergh. Ok, I give up on this one, but I'll be back. This weekend perhaps. And for gods sake please sign that damn book, I check it constantly and get nuttin.

I don't blame you.
I miss you.
I'm scared.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Come tommorow...

"I don't get it....Your letters give the impression that you are 40 years old but your cute little picture says you are 15. You are an old soul Max. "

Christ. I hear that WAY too often.

Monday eh? Work eh? Not so bad eh?

Thats right, I worked. And I actually enjoyed it. Well, I didn't hate it. I just hope that I can continue at this company I'm helping with. If not, well, as I say too often. It doesn't look good.

That said, well, I'll say other things. As my life stumbles upon itself I start realizing, as if for the first time, yet over and over again. One, and a BIG realization, is the need (and I mean need) for some female company. Yes, sad but true. I'm not going to lie. I don't know exactly why I'm not going to lie, seeing as it would be easy, but there you have it.

I'm lonely as hell, and most of my freinds have moved on to better places. Its hard to describe the tearing, dragging, sensation that comes with being Max most of the time. As far as I know, its unlike anything else.

It may be hard to believe, but I actually don't enjoy complaining. It just pours out of me uncontrollably.

Fuck spell checking.

Good times? I'm waiting

Sunday, September 14, 2003

Are you called the Bay phony?

It happened. As we all knew it would. Fairwell cruel Bay. And so on with the show.

So my pretzel life is being twisted yet again. I've quit the hole and hopefully moved on to better things...like Canadian Tire. I don't know how this is all going to work out, but somethings got to change soon.

Will, you magnificent bastard, that may be the most hilarious drunken guest book message in the history of man kind. My god help you. (Cause we all know god helps people who leave drunken messages..)

So Neil and Gavin are on their pilgrimage to the holy city of Albany NY. God speed you transcendent lords of the highway, god speed. Wish I was there more than anything, but for once in my life, get ready for it, I AM BEING RESPONSIBLE...well sort of.
Not really.

Random thoughts for those that understand.

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