Fuck this shit.
I give up.
I quit.
Not fighting anymore.
Going to Guatemala.
One-way tickets are cheap.

[But he bought me shoes!!]

Fine. I'll stay. I'll try.

Impaired Shopping

Last week I went out shopping. ncmt was at work and I was freshly finished for the season. I hate shopping alone, so I called erso to protect me from Dufferin Mall.

We had a plan. It was a good plan. In and out, no fuss, grab the present and we're gone. Like smoke, but with money and gift wrap.

"No ma'am, we don't carry that here. You'll have to go to the Mississauga superstore."

"You're joking, right? Oh, sorry. No, we don't carry that."

"I can put it on order. But you know, Christmas is coming up... so it won't be in until February."

Double tall gin and tonic. No ice.

It was at this point that we realized we were looking at the problem all wrong. Screw going to Mississauga, if I was willing to spend x dollars on ncmt for one present, then I would be willing to spend the same amount on another suitable gift.

Not to mention, we got drunk next to a confusing branch of Long & McQuade.

"No, what you want is over in Keyboards, they'll help you out. Go outside, down two doors."

"This is Guitars. Keyboards is one more door."

"I don't know what is wrong with those guys, what you are looking for is in Drums. Back to the first building, downstairs."

[Cue the choir.]

Did you know that they do not even check your ID for the credit application if you hand them a big enough down payment?

It's pretty. ncmt is in love. Which is good, because we really have to start on that firstborn child to give to Long & McQuade within the year.

It's Okay, There's Always Video Games

I once knew this boy. He was sure he was a man. Let's call him John Jacob. [His name is my name too.]

The long story of John Jacob will have to wait. It is a little depressing and makes me look a little pathetic. I bring him up now because of something that happened near the end of my acquaintance with John Jacob.

He wouldn't let me have my Game Cube, not without him.

I have had in my possession for the past four years the one game that I managed to snake back when he let me in to collect a few of my things.

I have wanted to play that game for four years.

I know, the Wii just came out, reverse technology, better games, cool controller, &c.

But it's not the same. I don't miss my Wii. I don't feel bitter about the Wii that got away.

Thank Bog ncmt realizes this. He didn't get me a Wii. I accept it may have just been too much of a pain in the ass rather than foresight. He got me a Game Cube.

You Realize that You've Left Out the Rest of the Week?

Most of it either sucked, rocked, or was slept through. Whichever way it went, I'm not as hyped to write about it as my material gains and investments. I wish I had some heartfelt revelation or thoughtful observation to make. Alas.

Today I had a very satisfying noon-time coffee with spacejack, followed by an equally satisfying afternoon with rhooke.

I must now write a letter, then run errands for little animal creatures so I can pay off my house. Maybe shoot some Russians afterwards.