Day 40
Wow, day 40 who would've thought I'd make it so long. Anyway, today I figured out how to make a fortune AND live a good life. I will now devote my entire existence to the creation of an elixir that will keep you from making yourself vulnerable. Just think, no heartache, no tears, no fear or doubt. This sounds excellent excellent, right? Well, like I found out about my writing today that is a trite, easy, and obvious answer of course these states of mind that we all seek wouldn't mean shit without the darker spectrum of things. Fuck. Guess I'll have to devote my life to finding a cure for a horrific disease or an easy way to reduce carbon footprints (whatever the fuck they are) and make my millions that way. It all just sounds so unfulfilling.
Tonight as I rode the bus to get to a destination where the soup of the day was Jameson Irish Whiskey (I am not making this up) and I had to grapple with undergrads on the bus. These undergrads sipped out of water bottles filled with vodka and whatever they had to mix it with. Two of them, both boys, were carrying on a debate about why Jay-Z is awesome. One disagreed that he was so great while the other made a list of Jay-Z's songs on his I-phone to prove that Jay-Z was awesome. AND, these guys had girls hanging all over them. Seriously, is this how evolution is going to move forward? A man is going to be desirable based solely on how many mainstream hip hop songs he can name? I foresee the end of the human race, or, at the very least, the regression of ideas and ideals. Oh well, I will die before things get too drastic, right? God, I hope they don't find the fountain of youth in my time.
So, I have this crazy idea that I have to write in this blog EVERY day. I am not exactly sure what will happen if I don't (everyone in the world will go on with their lives unaffected) but I don't want to find out. But tonight, after an entire day of pathetic feeling sorry for myself, I was invited to go out for drinks (guess what I did). Anyway, in an effort to sober up enough to write I thought I should eat some feta cheese. Where the fuck do I get these ideas from? I really don't think I can walk a straight line even after consuming half a brick of feta. The point is...well, I'm not really sure what it is (to be quite honest I was dancing with a street pole ten minutes ago), I want to take this opportunity to say that I am sorry (I know, how Canadian) I am not nearly sober enough to even find my way home let alone write a coherent blog. But, I blame the feta, it should've sobered me up, right?
-Canadian Castaway
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