thomas milone 11:00am - 2:00pm

word!

last night i drove a friend of mine home from work and she bought me some beer for the ride. i drank it all and woke up to a bunch of people sitting around yelling at me. luckily they were my friends and not the bush administration.

i remember this guy at work talking to this other guy at work this one time. i win the ambiguous sentence of the year award. this guy, richard, was explaining to chris that because he was a drummer, he was very proficient with timing and then proceeded to claim that he could take any song and sing it at a slower speed. that's right, he can sing a song slowley! and that's not the lame part. the other dude was impressed. and that's not even the lamest part. richard asked chris to pick a song and within a few seconds he was belting out 'stairway to heaven' at a quarter of the speed. it was so lame/boring/annoying.

my arm is so itchy and now it isn't.

today my plan is to come home from work, where i fix computers, make a few phone calls and go out and fix computers for a few more hours. chicks dig a man who knows his way around a network interface card.

my mom's ex-boyfriend george used to eat peanut butter with cheese whiz and i'm pretty sure that's what i'm craving right now, though i can't be certain.

i'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. it shall be sweet.

reflections.

every year, around this time, i like to view photographs depicting mentally challenged people playing basketball, quadriplegic women's wheelchair races and of course, down syndrome teatherball. it gives me a warm feeling of superiority.

i'm not really a dick. swear.

it really is radical when you think you have 5 minutes left on your break and it turns out you have 8. the smoke pit is so cold right now. 15 minutes outside is not an option.

has anyone seriously ever won anything from mcdonald's monopoly. i got some of those 'instant wins' a few times, and once in grade four i got baltic and mediterainian and i won a pack of twizzlers pull and peel, but that's it. i don't think boardwalk even exists.

wow, this customer is a jerk.

best day ever.

today, because it's snowing so badly, my work is giving out free coffee until ten.

i love my life.

by far superior mentally and physically.

i will start by mentioning that i had the greatest/strangest munchies run ever last night. i ended up with a can of 0.5% beer, a litre of orange juice, and a package of digestive crackers. it turned out to be exactly what i wanted.

i want a t-shirt that says "palestinian liquor organization".

last night i tried to convince my best friend's roomate that i was clyde donavan. it's untrue. i'm not really clyde, but i heard that fibbing is cool.

i figured i would have a lot of stuff to say today but i dont.

i fixed my former landlord's computer last night and made some extra bucks. it was pretty boring but i like money.

my bed is so comfy. it is a very attractive prospect right now. i want to be at home sleeping. well on the bright side, i only have 9 hours left in my work day.

i need coffee so badly right now. plus i think ant farms are pretty cool.

www.punknetwork.com is pissing me off. something corporate trying to take over something diy.

man alive, i have no interesting thoughts today. mindless dribble.

people of the week: troy, katie, shawn, wheeler, tyler, jessica, rikki, josh, matthew, raeanna, mike, jaosn.

if you're not on that list, you are probably still very cool. i love you all.

think and grow rich.

tonight is the night.

i'm gonna get fucked up on crystal meth.

not really. the plan is just to slam my head between the door frame and the door enough times to make me think i'm on jib.

whatever.

do you want to making fuck, berserker!

yes sir, that is correct.

today is really blah so far. but it's going by quickly. so...rad.

the smarter dudes at my work disabled something on the computer i use to slack off. now i can't slack off. well i still can, but it's not as fun. it's kind of like sleeping over at neverland ranch with no touching.

new world on fire is playing a show on the 22nd and i'm pretty pumped. the new material that i've heard is so cool. they are progressing by kilometres at a time. which is difficult unless you are one of these dudes:



ha. i just got an easy call that is going to last 2.5 hours. sweet.

stuff that should be illegal: fireside chats, elephant decorations, root beer flavoured candy (n.b. not root beer itself), burgendy dress socks, dumb pictures on contact lenses, kmk, stretching for ridiculous things to say, pretty girls being idiots and people who look like stuff (ex: one of my supervisors looks like gollum/smeagol).

i also saw napoleon dynamite the other day. it was pretty funny because i'm pretty positive my napoleon is based on my sister sherilyn when she gets in her totally effed up hyperactive/dumbass moods. 'i caught you a delicious bass.'

blogger buddies:
katie
brandon
krystal

holy crap, someone totally smells like pot.

oh, another thing that should illegal: combining "i'm high on..." with any of the following: life, god, weed (correct. even saying "i'm high on weed" is uncool)

why is it that when two people get stoned or whatever, they feel an urgent need to explain things to each other in great detail? nothing is as cool as you think it is when you're stoned. i ran my fingers through my cigarette smoke once when i was ripped. all the curls of smoke were so significant. i tried the same thing sober a while ago. was far less cool.

that last sentance had no subject for the verb. that shit is fucked.

gosh nancy, i have reservations at four.

so i guess i gave december a miss there. i'll fill you in because you are all dying to know about my life or whatever: december was cold, i love kate, and i got really pissed at my savior's overcommercialized birthday.

i guess i've had this guy on hold for about 10 minutes which sucks for him i suppose.

i might move to toronto, ontario. that's messed up. i'll have to think about about shtuff and then decide.

one cup of coffee is all i want right now.

i'm off in 1.25 hours. that's pretty rad. hopefully i'm going to watch a movie with shawn. i enjoy movies with shawn because it includes the following: a movie, marijuana cigarettes, tabacco cigarettes, the best homemade coffee ever, shawn's dad insulting me, pizza, jp the supa-dog.

new years day i got double time and a half a work. $28.75 and hour. rocking.

to all you math whizzes: the first person to figure out my hourly wage wins a shopping cart full of fish assholes.

correct. $11.50.

ok. i have to call paula now. hopefully i'll update more. bye.