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im way behind in the rent... thats never fun

 

I can t find fucking job,and depression s got a hold on me

 

ok now i know some one is going to get all anal about this but fuck off. merci

im sick of the little lesbian squad that has moved into my groupe of friends in verdun. it used to be like ya few gay friends no biggy were all chilling everything is good. now its become me. my girl a few people and about 6 or 7 lesbians at a time. half of them last year were disgusted by a gay person now they are super dykes. its pissing me off because they are ruining a good groupe of friends we had going. we used to go to shows and parties now its alwase going to the drug store(lesbian bar) or unity(gay club) i did not mind it at first. drug store has a real sweet terrasse. but its starting to get anpoying. there was a fat party last night we had music and a huge fire going(thanks to me ). as soon as the queen dyke said drug store the whole fucking crowed leaves. gah! pretty much all the grls have this rediculis love drama going on with everyone. every day breaking up going to the next and getting into arguments and chloe(the dyke queen) fucks them all. i want things to go back to how they were before thats all... :/

 

Today an assistant manager at work wrote me up. Why? Because I had the audacity to wear a jacket into work (and took it off in the back room). According to her, my jacket had patches and pins that might offend customers that would see it as i walked toward the back room. I wore this jacket in a million times before and it was never an issue.
Then she yelled at me because i asked her to change her shitty poka music and she said that it was cultural and it that i was just being immature because i wasn't allowed to bring in any of my own music (she wrote me up for this a few months ago).
So she started a rumor that i had an eating disorder, when i asked her about this she said she didn't understand fully what veganism was and that it was just a little joke.
Why doesn't my manager do shit about this? Because the manager is 24 and this girl is 32 and anytime she gets in trouble she says its because we're anti-semitic and because she's overweight and an easy target. She goes on about how it was all a miss understanding and that she was only doing what was best for the company and i end being looked at as some ass.
Fuck her, fuck work.
Ok, done ranting

 

this should be changed to the rant line. lol montreal has a rant line. you call in rant about what ever and they choose everuy week rants to put in the paper lol its a good laugh alot of the time.


ya shitty thing about not haveing mainstream vewis on music culture and life is that people react very strongly against it most of the time. its to bad. i gave up trying to play my music when working(when music is even platying) just because it just brings up bullshit. but now i work for myself and i can play anymusic i want. wear what ever i want say and do what ever i want, the guy im working with is a 24 year old punk so he is just as down as me for everything. but ya i would bitch about poka music to. fuck that shit

 

im also sick of people playign the same fuckign bands over and over and over again! im sick of flatliners,lcb and streetlight manifesto being played every time im with freidns. i gave me buddy my old ipod that had a broken headphone jack. it still worked in his ipod speakers so he was down to take it. it had 30gb on it. filled to capacity with music. and all he plays is one shitty fuckign band. foxy shazam. if i hear that band one more time i swear to god im goign to throw the ipod at the wall.

hmm i think im going to liek this thread

 

Anarcho-Polka????

 

So, a few weeks ago, I went to Brantford, a smallish Southern Ontario city, to go see the Vibrators with one of my friends. To those of you who don't know Brantford, there's a scene in the movie Silent Hill where the main character is walking down a sorta creepy, run down ghost town. That's downtown Brantford. Anyway, the Vibrators are playing and there's this girl in the pit, who is running around, punching and elbowing people in the head. I've been going to shows for a good 6 years now, and I've gotten pretty good at telling when someone's hit you by accident, and when they're out to hurt you. She was the latter. My friend and I are standing right at the edge of the pit, kinda playfully deflecting people, and we keep getting hit by this girl. Eventually she hits my friend hard in the face, so my friend (who's a girl) pushes this girl hard into the pit. The girl comes around again with her fist in the and yells "you fucking cunt!". She starts to swing at my friend's head, so I grab the girl's wrist and shove her hard, about halfway across the front of the room (it was a fairly small area). Next thing I know, this 40-year-old dude with slicked-back hair and a Scotland shirt grabs me by the throat and slams me backwards into a bar table! He gets dragged off by a few people, but keeps trying to break away and get back at me. He starts drunkenly yelling at the security guards that I "pushed his daughter!" Eventually, he calms down, but my friend and I are on high alert, always making sure to know where he is at all times. After a while though, we lose track of him and his daughter, and just assume he left. Right near the end of the Vibrators set, he just appears out of nowhere, grabs me by the front of my shirt (tearing my Subsistance shirt, I might add), and screams "If I ever see you again, I'm going to fucking kill you!", before being dragged away by both security and punks and kicked out the door.

 

I was in Frankston once, and there was this guy standing on a milk crate preaching the bible. He singled out this drunk guy walking past and said something along the lines of "Repent! It is against god to drink alcohol!", the drunk turned around and said "Jesus drank wine you cunt!" and punched him in the crotch, causing him to fall of the milk crate and knock himself out. Nobody helped him.

 

HAHAHA now that is somthing that would be priceless to see. you are a lucky guy hahaha

 

Fuck me, you just made my day!

I used to give my mate tons of shit for his 'i frankston' t-shirt. I feel it necessary to repent, lol

 

I live in midwest amerikkka...

 

everyone is a noob to you, yet you seem to be the one who doesn't know shit.

 

my bullshit tickets story begins now

so last night i was walking to get a late bus after my buddys band played. we were walking down st cathrins street. for you that dont knwo thats the main road down the middle of downtown where eveyrthing goes down. were walkign chilling. and a cop can pulls over and tells us to stop yelling. so were like...sure..he drove off then another cop car was behind it. i waved to them as they drove by. not against the law. the car stoped right away and drives in reverse right on the side walk and stops us. they get out ask em for id. i told them i did nto have any just to make their life harder. they asked my name and address. i told them. while the guy cop was lookign up my shit tryign to egt dirt on me, me and my girlfreind started arguing. im not sure exactly what i was saying. i was pretty drunk.but pretty much it was just alot of the word fuck. i wasent beign mean to her. or insulting her.and the chick cop stops us and askes. "is this how you talk to woman" i was already in argument mode so i turned around and was like. "are you fuckign serious mind your fuckign buisness and then i think i called her a dumb bitch or somthing....so the guy came flying out of the car hit me in the head and threw me ont he hood of the car. i hit hard enough that my hat flew off my head over the hood onto the other side of the car. i have a bruse on my nose. but im not sure if its from the show or him. as they were searchign me to get me to spread my legs the guy kicked my knee cap HARD . which fuckign hurts liek a bitch right now and its tough to walk. they took me in the car and drove off and parked in some randome side street so that it was just me and them alone. i was pissed so of course i did not shut my mouth the whoel time callign them dumb pigs and what ever my brain could think of. the best part was i been drinkign all night really cheap beer so i let a huge nasty ass fart go in the bacK. the chick cop got super pissed callign me disgusting and a pig which i found funny, as she rolled down the window. i ofcourse was laughign hystaricly at this . they wrote me two tickets. on for loitering...which i dont understand because i was walkign down the street to the bus stop???? and the other was yelling on a public street...these are the dumbest fuckign tickets i have ever gotten. and i have gotten tickets for spiting on the ground...pretty much i need to control myself when talkign to cops...but i just cant eveyrthign in my body SCREAMS out to spit on them and kick them and swear and yell at them....its just to hard to not tell them to go fuck them selfs....

im not planing on paying the rediculis fines. and am going to contest them as soon as i get a chance.... for fuck sakes though do thety really have nothing else to do then busty mefor yelling on a friday night on st cathrins street?? the street is lined with bars strip clubs and drug dealers. and they arrest me. for fuck sakes go bust a meth lab!!

 

I once saw a guy who had crossed out the "ston" part of the shirt with a red paint marker, so the shirt said "I love frank".