I want to go to Shopping, besides tools, pampering my rat, playing and rolling with the homies, I la la la loveee shopping!!

We need like a filter for humans otherwise the ship will eventually sink and nobody will get out alive. I guess hobo’s and hookers have some purpose in life..right? Maybe for entertainment purposes like being stunt doubles.

- Incessant rules

- Being overly dressed

- Being scolded

- Losing an argument

- Receiving the ‘short end of the stick’

- Urgent requests

- People that tYpE lIkE tHiS

- Unorganization

- Dust

_ Bugs in my face, yamme?

- Paid programming

- Extreme temperatures

- Liars

- Being overly crittical

- Carelessness, in myself sometimes

- Having no happy medium

- Coat Hangers

- Red Rugs

- Shy Folk

- Raggaeton

- Wednesdays, note my week begins on Wednesday..

- Hookers

- Junkies

- Beggars

- Abusive folk

- People that dress like they looked 20 years ago

- Grilled onions

- Frienemies

- Crunchy hair

- Blotchy spots on skin

- Birthmarks

- Defective merchandise

-Slow traffic

- Long lines

- Public washrooms

- Bad phoneconnections

- Having many wires and connections plugged in

- Key shavings

- Overly ghetto folk

- Overly pious people

- Undecisiveness

And that’s it for now.

soggin’ up my bills.

Working in the summer with men that work all day long in the sun coming into the shop and handing you cash is

such

NASTY

bid-ness

like you never KKNEEW

No Nintendo.

Gloria doesnt feel well today, she feels like grabbing a pan and smacking all her coworkers upside the head with it before knocking her own self out..but that would be cruel especially since juan needs good employees that dont laze around and shit, even though thats what ends up happening, pan whoopin or not.

Surprisingly the hookers aren’t working today, no wonder no hobo’s be hanging around in front of the bar as they usually are, trying to cop a feel off one of them. There’s so many people walking by outside. None of them are coming into this place no though. Yet they are shopping since they got bags. Bags of what, food, drinks, drugs, you never know around this neighborhood.

Some guy and his chick walk in, the girl looking like a man and sounding like one too. She bosses around her poor husband, or whatever he is and off they go in search of whatever they want. Some more custy’s walk in and when they come up front to pay one of the guys is leaning over the counter, and staring holes through Gloria’s face, how annoying, she says. She is counting down the minutes till she gets out and walks into the sunset. Some giraffe looking character goes walking by chatting on the phone like as if somebody done him wrong. What a drama-llama.

At the same time a creature swept from the darkness, apparently it had hid there for quite some time, equipped with a galactical rock monitor, many copies of “Dr. Who?”, and an endless stash of magical gyros. Now hearing the disruptance from the Felixious, Russack Mongrilious crawled out to see what all the ruccous was.

The vile fiend that was knows as Alexcaphictious Asscrackopedious could be seen herding a distance away from the caped avenger and the Felixious. It chomped on the m&m littered grass. There wasnt much m&m’s on it however, as the candy poachers had recently come to ramsack the m&m fields. He sighed uncontentedly, looking at the meagre amounts of sweets that were left on the field, thinking back to the days when the land was abundant in candies of all kinds.

The caped avenger noted all theese occurences about her. The outraged Felixious hadnt managed to distract her with its shaking fist in her direction. He had spotted her however, and now was the time for action. Wasting no time, she pulled out a small potion bottle from her pocket, and chucked it at the Felixious, who was now stampeding her way in a dangerous speed. The bottle successfully struck the raging Felixious, and the roar it gave was strong enough to shake many defenseless birds off the nearby trees. The potion worked a miracle however, and the beast swaggered slightly, before falling in a steaming pile of Russack dung. Standing triumphantly over the Felixious, the caped avenger breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out her camera to get more decent shots of the creature.

Finishing her work, the caped avenger made sure to leave a decent meal for the weak Felixious, for even though she expolited him, she felt she owed him a small price for his forced cooperation. After all, if he were to die the caped avenger would have no source of income any longer. Content with everything, she took route of one of her grand hideways she had constructed in this part of Cacadoodoostan.

Now Cacadoodoostan was only said to be a myth. Many had searched for the rumoured lands, yet the caped avenger had actually triumphed in the uncovering of them. She had never revealed the secret of the passage ways one needed to get through to arrive at the tunnel behind a large waterfall, which eventually connected Cacadoodoostan to their natural world.

Arriving at the entrace to her grand home, which in fact had been constructed by her wonderful, boyfriend. He truly was amazing, an enormous celebrity in the human world, he managed the work she did in Cacadoodoostan and transformed it into masterful art. Her work was featured in top magazines around the world, all asking the same question;

“Gloria how do you do it?!

_______

The crowd cheered as the couple got off their glamourous limo. Lights went off and on from the large cameras that continuously snapped shots of the posing pair. They waved, the people could simply not get enough of them.
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Back in Cacadoodoostan the Felixious stirred from its sleep, a strong delicious smell drifting and tickling its grotesque nose. It awoke suddenly, and sniffed at the large pile of grilled cheese left beside him. It immediately set on devouring the whole pile, finishing within minutes with a loud BURP.

Energized from the large amount of calcium the cheese gave Felixious, he ran off down to the waterfall to get a long drink of cold water. The blistering sun angered him quickly, making him jump like something considered a little less like a madman, into the cool water. For the moment, Felixious was oblivious of the portal behind the waterfall in front of him, but only just.

And if we were Natives once more, imagine how fantastic life would be. Plants and animals would thrive, human-folk would live in harmony; perhaps with few disputes here and there but surely nothing when compared to the warfare we have now. Imagine such beautiful scenery, a vacation all year long!

you love me no longer, I know

and maybe there is nothing that I can do to make you dooooo

I feel this way often, I wonder if there’s something wrong with me.

work & sleep,

more work & sleep,

then it starts all over again.

One day, surprisingly, a familiar enigma floats back into life. It begins, unraveling slowly but steady. A decent friendship mutating-evolving- into a pompous affinity.

“Two people get to know each other.

Hands shaking, sweating body, butterflies on stomach. They pretty much know there is something speacial about each other. But what is it? And what if it doesnt work out? What if the butterfly feelings disapear and give place to tears. what if?

Two scared people get away from each other”

– Eduardo Recife

So we ask ourselfs, we wonder will the feelings disappear? Perhaps its all for neigh.

Regardless the answer, life still keeps going.