diary of a milk. man...

ok. so i had another weird dream last night... i'm not sure exactly what it was about but me & a bunch of other people were sitting at a table discussing something... i'm not really sure what... i think some of the discussion was heated. at the end of the table was a couple and for some reason the girls boyfriend was a bit of a dummy. the strange thing about it was that he just had his dick out of his pants and he kept stroking it and touching it throughout the discussion to keep it hard. one time he even talked to it... he said 'c'mon!' i guess he didn't want to go soft. everyone at the table wasn't paying any attention to him or it and then finally at the end of the discussion i just got pissed off with him and told him that he was pretty much a fool & that he should put his dick back in his pants because we really didn't care.

i don't get it.

what the f*%k! i had a dream on the weekend that my girlfriend was doing me in the ass. what's up with that? i told her & she seemed to like the idea. i know the dream has to mean something other than the obvious interpretation... maybe it was because i tried to watch brokeback mountain last week? i didn't like that movie by the way... i stopped it after 1/2 and hour. you would think that gay cowboys would be banging all kinds considering one of them was a bull rider but nothing. i stopped it after 1/2 an hour. b.o.r.i.n.g.

this weekend i watched - lord of war, the constant gardener, sideways (again) 7 i started to watching a japanese samurai movie calls the spy but i fell asleep. i keep renting these old japanese b&w movies that put me to sleep for some reason. oh, i also watched 9 songs which was like a soft core porn video with penetration. it was pretty graphic but it did convey their love. kind of crazy though.

ahh damn... i ate too much... i'm weak... i truly am. i didn't really need 4 cookies just now.

my meal at joso's last night was good. i had my usual pasta with squid ink & my octopus. so nice. the octopus was better the first time i had it though, but that's what they say about heroin as well... the first time is always the best. it's not like that with sex fortunately, usually the first time is the worst and the only way is up from there.

any ways, i heard a rumor on saturday night that the gap might be moving into my new neighborhood (queen/dovercourt). there was a bit of an uproar about the starbucks that went in at the corner of queen/dovercourt a couple months ago, but now the place is packed with coffee guzzling maniacs. a few doors west of the starbucks is the deleon gallery and the rumor is that it's going to be closing its doors soon & that the gap will be moving in. queen west is definitely changing at a breakneck speed. a gap? on queen west? that's it for the cool factor of the neighborhood. i guess it might help with my property value but still... the only thing to do is to keep moving west, but i think that it will take a lot longer... parkdale definitely has character, but gentrifying that area will take a while.

i saw matchpoint last night and scarlett johansen is the shit. she is one fine lady. mmm... mmm... mmm...

so today is the big vote... i hope harper doesn't win. he scares me. the liberals made these commercials that made him look like an absolute devil. he's supposed to win according to the polls though. i really like jack layton. he taught me in university and was a pretty nice guy. too bad he won't get in. i think that if i had a magic lamp one of my wishes would be for him to be in power. hopefully the country would change for the better, but you never know... it would be fun to see him stand up to people though. he's like this little bulldog of a man.

i'm going for a nice dinner tonight at joso's. mmmm. if i can't have scarlett at least i can have some good fish. it's a bit expensive but the last time i went there i had 1/2 an octopus and it was damn good.

today was my 1st day back at the gym since 2005. i've been a lazy ass. i think i've noticed that my jeans have become a bit tight again... argh. it's so hard keeping up the routine. i just threw it all away for food. i love food.

a couple weekends ago i got totally blasted at my friends birthday party. it was good and then it got ugly. argh. i cant handle my booze! it was total highschool style though. puking while leaning on a tree... in a bag in the backseat of the car, in my toilet, my sink. unfortunately i didn't have my camera with me so no pictures. argh. it would have been so funny to look at. apparently i was a puking but funny mess.

work is pretty slow these days & with my manager sitting a few feet away from me it's hard to look busy when there isn't anything to do. i want to go home. somebody send me home! i wish i could just pull out my book and read right now. at the moment i'm reading: 'for whom the bell tolls' by ernest hemingway. i like it so far... it grabbed my attention a lot better than the last book i bought (the name of the other book escapes me right now...) the only problem is that i usually only read on the way to work and what's been happening is that i see one of my coworkers on the bus so we sit by each other & talk. then, on the way home i've been lucky enough to get a ride so i've lost that reading time since i'm in a car talking. reading while in the back seat would be a bit on the rude side i think.

i've been hearing a lot about another book called: 'a million little pieces'. everyone i know that's read it says it's amazing. i've also heard some controversy about it... he's supposed to have embelished his stories a bit... people will always find something to complain about won't they. lord knows i love to complain!

what else... hmmm... so my manager is back now... but i've got my work email up now so it looks like i'm writing a work related email... thank goodness for cut & paste.

what's up with people who call my mobile phone & don't leave a message? i don't get it. i didn't pick up. leave a message. that's why i pay for the message centre. i guess i should get call display, but i don't want to be one of those people who calls back the # and says 'hi, i just got a call from this #, did you call me?'.

a crazy story...

so my friend who is indian had been going out with his girlfriend (who is also indian) for several years... maybe 5 or 6. they're in love & have thought about marriage. she recently went to india with her parents and they've taken away her passport and are now going to marry her off to some indian guy because they never liked my friend & didn't want their daughter marrying him. they've also made threats on my friends life so he went to the police to let them know what's happening. sometimes indians are crazy.