Sunday, June 7, 2009
oh hello
my mother is the most amazing person in the world.
better yet: my mom is the bomb.
when i get home, dinner is ready.
dont have to cook nothing.
its all there, dad is there, even steve pearson is there.
she orchestrates it in some magical way, and we all just come together.
i abandon my sweaty work clothes near the door, and somehow they get washed and ironed and hung back up in a condition so over-qualified that they could be on sale for real money at a local garment authority.
i worked in richmond BC for a whole 2 days before someone smoked the corolla. as much as i wish she was a jetta, the impact still pulled a horrified scream from deep within me. some guy was in a big hurry, and backed into me while i was cruising the 1-way parking lot at about 10km/hr. joy and cupcakes, when i found out that i didnt have to pay any sort of deductable, cause it wha-dint my fault at all, he took the blame, and the pain.
the new job is great.
being home is great.
im very happy.
tonight the birth of hamed was celebrated by a gang of greats.
5 whites, 5 browns.
we mingled, and attacked each other, and it was tons of fun, but now im too tired to write anything more so im going to sleep.
part 2 tomorrow.
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