So, I moved back home this summer from Toronto with plans to move to Montreal, which I did in fact make.  Due to my Dad's condition becomming worse with cancer and my Visa making it's way to a collection agency (which I take full responisibilty over) I've made the honest and right move to stay home and take care of what needs to be....

...so life goes on...I've been working my ass off saving money, making payments to my debts (which haven't been all that easy) and living this simple life in my hometown, taking care of my Dad.  It's been nice spending quality time with some very close friends of mine but this town sucks ass!!! I feel as though I can't further myself with the things that made me happy in the city like DJing, music mixing and being able to have a working relationship. Instead of sitting on my ass about it, I've been saving money for first and last months rent...so just when things were starting to look up...

...the ever faithful Devil's night came rolling in and I receive a letter from Alberta.  Turns out Telus suck a collection agency after me.  Apparently Telus broke a payment agreement I had with them on top of which they threw a $530 disconnection fee on top of my bill as a slap in the face!  They never once informed me through invoices or telephone calls as to what was happening with my account but apprently a companies legal obligation doesn't mean shit and once the collectors have it, it's out of their hands.  So, now I'm stuck paying $800 to a company that'll fuck you over more ways than one if you don't...

So here's a "FUCK YOU!!!" to Telus for making my life even harder, to forever keeping me debt, to putting an end to me returning to the city, to keeping me in a position where having a functioning relationship impossible,  to your lies and making one hell of a bitter, revengeful fuck out of me.

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH YOURSELVES, YOU LYING CHEATHING MOTHERFUCKERS!!! I HOPE YOU ALL DIE IN FIRE AND GET RAPED UP THE ASS DRY!!!

FUCK YOU TELUS!!!

 

p.s. I need some love right now....in the form of man or 40oz bottle of Crown Royal...a nice comment will suffice...:P

To begin, this all took place at my friend Amanda and Andy's wedding, which was absolutely beautiful....



...I won this picture, in a frame, in a twist contest.....shit ya bitch!!!

Anyways, me being naturally drunk before the dinner part of the wedding, was in high spirits for the whole occasion. I couldn't wait for the dancing part of the night to begin....and then before I knew it I was shaking my ass like there was no tomorrow. As the night was closing to midnight, the DJ breaks into House of Pain's "Jump Around". So here I am, with a bunch of my friends jumping around to "jump up, jump up and get down..." and then it happened. Due to the amount of booze from us all, covering the dance floor, I slipped on my way down landing on my arm and breaking it!!!! Of course I was way too drunk to even notice (continued to have a great night) and now I'm in a sling for 6 weeks....party!!!!



Yes, that's right...."I Blame House of Pain". Luckily I just bought a real nice sling due to that one stinking of beer, nuts and cigarettes.....cheers!