3-Day Weekend = Misc. Rant

Hello to all...

Ha, I just realized that probably no one else in North America had a long weekend, unless you live in New Brunswick, Canada. Like me. Hellz yeah. Long weekend was awesome. Weather couldn't have been better (except yesterday) and I was sooo fucked up from Friday night to Monday morning... Believe me though, I'm paying for it. I really don't wanna be at work this week, I have way too much shit to do, not at a desk.

On a totally unrelated note, I had an extremely difficult time speaking this weekend. Sometimes it would be backwards, sometimes it would be overly vulgar, sometimes I'm not even sure it was English. The endless supply of booze no doubt had something to do with that though. That was also the cause of me having to throw my new neighbour out of my house already.

I haven't even officially moved in yet, I'm still renovating, an he staggers over on Sunday, completely shit-hammered, and tells my buddy to "shut the fuck up, I'm tryin' to talk" which was pointless, because he'd been there for an hour and was so drunk no one could understand him anyway. But when he told my buddy that, I had to kick his ass out. And I felt really bad about that, because, and here's the punchline, he's a 5'2", 75-year-old man. But I mean seriously, I don't want him lurking around my house all the time, drunk, and bitching at my friends. I just felt really guilty though, like I was the bouncer at a retirement home. So screw the old saying that "old people are so nice and small and sweet"

FAWK THAT!!!

Now I'm not saying all old people are like that, but, hopefully by chance, I've run into a LOT of these snappy wrinkle bags lately. They all think they fuckin run the world because they've been here longer. The older they get, the shorter they get; their cars triple in size every year, their eyesight declines at such a shocking rate, you can hear tiny alarms going off somewhere. They all need to be like my dear old grandmother. She's 87 years old, still lives by herself, which totally pisses off my 2 snaggly aunts, and she smokes a pack a day, has a little nip of scotch or gin every now and then, knows enough not to drive (her Cadillac, no less) because she hasn't a snowballs chance in Hell of seeing over the wheel, and she glides through her twilight years without pissing anybody off. Except my aunts, but she pisses them off because they piss her off. Eye for an eye, bitches.