don't say it

There’s that saying, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it.” Well no one said anything about “If you don’t have anything interesting to say…”

I am officially out of bread so no breakfast today. Plus I kinda slept in. And there is actually one piece of bread left but it’s the loaf end, which when toasted ends up turning into a little piece of charcoal. In my toaster anyway. There is still plenty of peanut butter and blackberry jam. I also have 2 bottles of champagne, okay sparkling wine left over from New Year’s Eve. I’m tempted to crack one open and drink it all by myself. Not that there’s anything to celebrate. Me being a non-drinker would probably get drunk by about half bottle. Getting drunk by myself, not a good thing.

Let’s see, tomorrow is Friday which also happens to be pay day. In the fish tank we get paid bimonthly but not on the Fridays. We get paid on the 15th and 30th of each month so I always have to check the calendar to see which day of the week I get paid. Not that it makes any difference. Friday is also lottery ticket buying day. Every Friday I buy my weekly Super 7 and Ontario49 tickets. I subscribe to LottoAdvance for 6/49 so that gets played automatically for the whole year. I’ve been playing the same numbers for longest time so they’re bound to come up. I so need to win the lottery, at least $2 million. Which is not a lot of money by today’s standards.

Freakin AF1 likes to use gansta-talk in his emails. That was amusing at first, like a month ago. Now it has become tiresome. I am no longer amused. You are not a gansta or rappa or playa or whatever you call yourself. You’re a freaking yuppie living in some trendy downtown loft, shopping at trendy downtown stores, driving a trendy Mini. You watch freakin reality TV shows and you own more pairs of shoes than my sister. Are you really as tough as you think you are or are you just a lot of bark? You suck, dawg.

I think I need a little excitement in my life. Not a lot of excitement, just a little.