Boy. Today is a rant day.
Okay. First item. Apparently I owe 4500 more dollars in taxes. I've given up trying to understand how I always end up getting screwed. I thought it was just me and my non-understanding of quicktax, so I found a highly reputable accountant. He's helped out a lot, and non of this is his fault at all, but; nevertheless, there...
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Okay. First item. Apparently I owe 4500 more dollars in taxes. I've given up trying to understand how I always end up getting screwed. I thought it was just me and my non-understanding of quicktax, so I found a highly reputable accountant. He's helped out a lot, and non of this is his fault at all, but; nevertheless, there...
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I did manage to write something the other night. I actually kind of hate it, but that doesn't mean it's not good. Shrug.
I couldn't sleep wed and thur night. I've been thinking too much about my family and friends in Edmonton. All that I've left behind. Sunday was my niece's birfday full of wonder and surprise, cake and giant air trampolines. 100's of pictures...
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I couldn't sleep wed and thur night. I've been thinking too much about my family and friends in Edmonton. All that I've left behind. Sunday was my niece's birfday full of wonder and surprise, cake and giant air trampolines. 100's of pictures...
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Huh. If I had known my name was that easy to change I'd have done it a long time ago...
Nevertheless, on with our regularly scheduled program.
There are a few things in my life that I positively adore. Nick Cave's 'no more shall we part,' Signal to noise by Gaiman and Mckean, and, as of tonight, Six Feet Under has established itself into the...
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Nevertheless, on with our regularly scheduled program.
There are a few things in my life that I positively adore. Nick Cave's 'no more shall we part,' Signal to noise by Gaiman and Mckean, and, as of tonight, Six Feet Under has established itself into the...
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aspasia:
You're welcome. 
Somedays I just have to wonder what is wrong with myself...
Like today for example. I heard back from a woman I had a date with last week - a date that I thought went really well. The call however indicated otherwise - she thinks I'm all right and all that but just wants to be friends. Nothing in particular, just that spark doesn't exist....
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Like today for example. I heard back from a woman I had a date with last week - a date that I thought went really well. The call however indicated otherwise - she thinks I'm all right and all that but just wants to be friends. Nothing in particular, just that spark doesn't exist....
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aspasia:
Confidence. Find it. It's o so sexy. 
It's a sad reminder, every visit to my page, I come across the bold 'LOOKING FOR WOMAN.'
"I am a little lonely," said the voice in my head.
"Shuddup you, you've got me, and I'm all right. I'm all you really need" said another voice in my head.
"Well, I feel like I need a break from you. It's not you, it's me. And by...
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"I am a little lonely," said the voice in my head.
"Shuddup you, you've got me, and I'm all right. I'm all you really need" said another voice in my head.
"Well, I feel like I need a break from you. It's not you, it's me. And by...
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On relations...
It was about a year and a half ago that my 5 year long relationship ended. We'd both had enough of trying to make something work that just couldn't - we were both sick of lying to eachother and to ourselves, saying all the right things but not knowing how to act on them. The denial had caught up with us; finally and...
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It was about a year and a half ago that my 5 year long relationship ended. We'd both had enough of trying to make something work that just couldn't - we were both sick of lying to eachother and to ourselves, saying all the right things but not knowing how to act on them. The denial had caught up with us; finally and...
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Somehow a month has passed. Woe.
New Year's Bite
I was invited to a New Years Party. A good friend of mine's best friend's family all travels to Newfoundland for Christmas then returrns and has Giant Christmas/New Years Party all rolled into one with spectacular feasting and presents aplenty.
Upon arriving I was greated by my friend and a beautiful rottweiler whom I was assured is the best dog in the...
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I was invited to a New Years Party. A good friend of mine's best friend's family all travels to Newfoundland for Christmas then returrns and has Giant Christmas/New Years Party all rolled into one with spectacular feasting and presents aplenty.
Upon arriving I was greated by my friend and a beautiful rottweiler whom I was assured is the best dog in the...
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Border Crossing, Take 1.
Last August, in pursuit of Great Job, I embarked upon Giant Trip 2005. A grand endeavour, to say the least, consisted of absolutely no less than uprooting my entire life to move from Edmonton to Portland. It would seem luck was on my side, I noted as things fell into place. My brother and sister-in-law-to-be wanted to save some money for...
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Last August, in pursuit of Great Job, I embarked upon Giant Trip 2005. A grand endeavour, to say the least, consisted of absolutely no less than uprooting my entire life to move from Edmonton to Portland. It would seem luck was on my side, I noted as things fell into place. My brother and sister-in-law-to-be wanted to save some money for...
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Why I Dread Moving.
At one point there was this girl. We dated. We moved in together. At some point inbetween, some dude stalked her and my mom, bless her heart, outfitted girl with Pepper Spray.
Later, I'm at the apartment, packing stuff up. I've packed up the dishes, I've packed up books, I've packed up all sorts of things. Came to the dreaded junk...
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At one point there was this girl. We dated. We moved in together. At some point inbetween, some dude stalked her and my mom, bless her heart, outfitted girl with Pepper Spray.
Later, I'm at the apartment, packing stuff up. I've packed up the dishes, I've packed up books, I've packed up all sorts of things. Came to the dreaded junk...
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