Perv

I pretty much just wanted to put this picture of a rainbow love-man up for your veiwing pleasure. You're welcome.

Delicious Pussy Whip!

I have taken up a job while I am going to rehab classes. I am painting and cleaning in some senior's lodge complex. My boss is totally crooked, but I get paid under the table which is just fine with me. On my first day though, I went to the site and got set up when the maintennance guy came in and told me I should start in the smoking room. So fine- go to the smoking room- he says, "I think we're painting these three walls in yellow, this COCKANDBALLS!! wall in brown."
Yes! It was wonderful and euphoric for me. My first meeting with turret's symdrome! I am sure that is not how turret's syndrome is spelled, but that's what you get for now. Anyhoo, throughout the day, I heard COCKANDBALLS ABOUT 30 TIMES. It was the best day of working I have ever had in my entire life.
THEN, the next day I met the REAL maintennance guy. Apparently, Mr. COCKANDBALLS is a resident who lives in the lodge, and helps out every now and then to pay off the smokes he bums off the staff. Huh.
Tomorrow, I am off again in the am to my rehab class. I hate about half of them with every rotten thing that lurkes within the core of my being. Also, NO hot guys.
Another thing is, is that it hasn't curbed my desire or my physical craving for booze whatsoever. I no longer care for any drug of any sort, but I have never wanted a beer so bad in my whole life! I keep trying to think of excuses to run downtown and tie on a quick one. Unfortunately, I have no friends here in Nanaimo and so I can't tell my parents I'm going to meet someone for coffee or anything.
Poop.