That aside, long time, no blog, hey? I was off in Vancouver (or "the 'couve" as absolutely no-one calls it) looking for a place to live. I'm pleased to report that we found one.
Now I've got three weeks to settle my affairs here in Shitsburgh before loading up the truck and heading back west for my new life of unemployment and cheap, quality heroin. (Maybe the Bush picture should go here?-ed.)
Thing about Vancouver is people out there are ridiculously health conscious. Unlike Edmonton, those Botox'd up Paris wannabes in the Lululemon pants are actually going to yoga class. After their double tall, non-fat, no-whip, sugar-free, extra foam enema, of course. People exercise. And they consume shit like "vitamins" and "vegetables." So I thought I'd get a jump on things and try a one-day fast (or, as about 3/4 of the world's population call it "Another fucking Monday without a goddamn thing to eat.") At the risk of this sounding like a pro-ana blog, I've consumed but one cup of black coffee and a litre of water since waking up this morning. I may have some juice in a bit here, just to mix it up. I expect this whole experiment will go down the tubes by about 7 p.m. tonight. Or maybe I'll wait until nightfall before stuffing my face, like those crazy religious people with the funny hats always do. I sure as shit don't anticipate this kind of thing being a regular addition to my lifestyle, so as to spare you, dear reader, from future posts on the subject of the colour and consistency of my stool.
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