this is my hit song, this is my one chance to be a rockstar

can you believe people are still writing me from canada . not one of them yet has been intelligent enough realize that when i was talking about cajcameron's post that it has nothing to do with canada. i did not even imply that his subpar "review" was even related to him being from canada. this is how idiotic this collective group, of what has to be canadians, honeslty thinks. now i can imagine if i had said, "his review is awful at best, then again he is from canada. that is probably journalism at its best where he lives." what i did say was that canada is not a real country. i mean honestly, i know they are in the fundamental "awwww, at least their trying kind of way". it is almost as if their entire half of the of the continent is one huge special ed class. what is more, cajcameron also calls the eastern portion of canada the fattest and dumbest part. did any of them say anything then? there were not any responses that i saw that mentioned it. so where is the beef? is it because i am not a loser from canada? it is not as if they are a race. unless they are a race of braindead inbreds. that certainly would explain the fact that they all regurgitate the same idea in response to my post.

ok so today did not start off bad at all, but due to the torrential downpour i had to run through to get on the bus, it was not a great start either. also, something about riding the bus for an hour and a half tends to make me have to use the restroom. it does not matter if i do not drink any water, or if i drink a gallon of water. in the end, when i finally get to work i feel like i am going to wet myself. today it seems worse than ever that i have the urge to urinate. it is none too helpful that i am soaked through to the marrow. now the busses a/c is starting to get to me as well. the clothes will dry, and i more than likely will not get sick from being soaked for a while. the only thing i am miffed about being the fact that i just washed my clothes yesterday.

in other things, the threat level for my roommate's cat has gone from meager annoyance, to general dislike, and is now resting at comfortably at hateful exuberance. i have to admit i am not much of a cat person, but this cat is wtfomfg exceptional. between, what i can only describe as night terrors, involving the cat running around at late hours wreaking havoc, and the most annoying yowling i have ever heard. it reminds me of the garfield strips where he would sit on the fence and cause a vocal ruckus. if i had to imagine what that sounded like, i am pretty sure this would be damn close. to top it all off,as if that were not enough, the cat thought it would be in her best interest to eat my fucking sandwhich. now i do not know about you, but that is officially crossing the for me. the cat is officially scammin' for a choke-slammin'. i am glad my roommate thinks that it is great that she she is so rediculously out of control, but i, on the other hand, could not disagree more. i should not worry much, i mean the worst that would happen would involve me buying a spray bottle. why is it that i have an awesome roomie, and his cat is a total douchebag? i am going to write a children's book entitled "my roommate's cat: the story of a tiny d-bag".