Weed Wackin' planting seeds for 2007

I let you down didn't I?

ok, so I tried my best to be as follows:

1) Nurturing,
2) Thoughtful,
3) Considerate,
4) Helpful
and at the best of times:
5) Pleasant.
But the fact of the matter is,

I don't really have time to cut my grass.
And I will pay you $10 bux to cut this 8x7 ft square down here in Verdun.

Grass and weeds grow fast trust me. I return home from work and they are taller every single blasted night. Not that I am like those hitchhikers (that stand by the side of the highway somehow not getting hit by passing trucks) you know, standing, waiting, watching the grass grow. Time passing slowly, yet grass growing quickly before their eyes.
I used to think about hitchhiking to Vancouver. Then I could watch the grass grow, avoid Black Bears, Deer, Moose. I could hike into the woods and become Queen of the forest. Create a secret language so that the animals could understand me and they would sacrifice their young so that I could eat. And such.
I had a friend named Denny that did it back in 1994. Not the whole forest bit, but more of the hitchhiking thing. He had his skateboard and skated between rides. It took him around two weeks from Edmonton. I thought it was cool. But he lost a lot of weight and almost died. Furthermore, the whole Queen thing would be a more suitable idea along the trip.

I have five boxes of Impatients and Cosmo's that need a home.
Come by cut my grass. I will give you Heineken. Yes I am begging.
But I am also being busy and lazy all at the same time. Why not, I colored my hair blonde for the summer didn't I? I am supposed to play the role of useless Blondie begging Dagwood. I can't make you one of her sandwiches though. I haven't been able to get the Animals of the forest to process their young like that. I donated a meat slicer nonetheless to help.

The WHOLE ten dollars in my NEW $30 Hurley wallet is up for grabs.
Feel free to do with it as you please once finished.
Donations to Amnesty International would be key.
But, If you must: A-team is available now on dvd.

If you walk by this coming weekend and see the flowers planted then you'll know I pulled it off. Then you and I can watch Mr. T beat the snot outta those "bad guys" continuously on an A-team around-the-clock marathon weekend. I think my lawyer friend Dave should bring his rare 1980's VHS tape of Mr. T.
But then Dave would have to come visit. He lives in Toronto. Rosy called today and said she was also in Toronto seeing a JobSearchAgent. This made me sad, because I don't want to lose another friend to such a hellishly stagnant place like Toronto. Toronto is full of supersized bugs. I lived there four months, and had GIANT hornets in my apartment. They could have killed me. There were also GIANT racoons after my trashcans. So I shot them.
Big cities hold big things. Today I found bugs in my baking cupboard.
This made me sad as I had to throw out a lot of flour, sugar, etc.
Powdery stuff seems to be heaven if you are a tiny brown worm type thing.
So those hooked on cocaine are indeed wormy.
Keep all things in plastic containers, plastic bags just dont cut it. Supersize bugs are able to shrink down and squeeze through TwistTies. And then shed their tiny shrunken skins and leave them there to wipe up while slithering back into supersize form whilst eating your dry goods.

Among the bugs and all things slimy here in The East,
I was bored Saturday and went outside to look at the grass grow and found Brian on my doorstep. I sent him home later that day.
I write this not to brag, but to say that I have never rejected anyone.
I guess this is how it feels to finally be a true Easterner. Tough. Selfish.
But at least I wasn't the one having dinner with a girl named Kate not even a week ago. I don't eat remember, I gotta watch my figure because I work in fashion. I Then heard from my Lawyer friend Dave tonight. Him and I are to be married in 2007. We have this future engagement prearranged. Why not. We know what we will just be involved with more useless people until then, it's one of those things that's just in the cards. But that's a chosen fate for us. I feel Indian being arranged. Maybe its all the Nan bread I eat with Rosy.
Maybe her people had it right all along to be arranged at birth. Or IS it just dumb luck that it would actually work out? let me know: pLc@liberty_at_last.FU


Well folks, a new week, a new wallet, a new identity, a new frame of mind, a new Matt Good cd on tuesday, part-time Concordia University Graphic design program registration friday. What more could I ask for. What more could YOU ask for?
I suppose I should check my lottery numbers to see if you will ever hear from me again.

Lifespan: Minimal. Under 100 species-defined years. -see Chronos- Human Beings?

So this is it.