ah... the satisfaction of completing a university paper at 8:21 pm, with time to spare to catch a new episode of family guy... this is what dreams are made of...
last night, as i finish my first draft of an analytical article concerning the rolling stones and their 1969 altamont speedway concert gone awry, i decided to reward myself... first stop, future shop to pick up the new broken social scene disc... second stop, that little, wonderful wine store in loblaws that carries jackson-triggs pinto griso at a fine price...
en route home an overwhelming need for a nicotine fix came over my slightly yoga toned body... as i pulled open the door to the neighbourhood quickie mart (i'm not making that up, it's called quickie) i was welcomed with a gianormous smile on the clerk's face... he remembered me!!
"long time, no see pretty girl..."
"oh yeah... i've been clean for a bit if ya know what i mean..."
as he pulled my customary belmont king-size pack from the display, his friend proceeded to tell me that he was playing the lotto that night in hopes of winning $22 million dollars... if he wins, he tells me he'll split the dough with me...
as delightful as it was to be recognized as a regular, it was significantly deflating that it was due to my cigarette consumption...
fuck it... i'm going for a butt...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
