if my math stands correct, tomorrow our proud nation turns 138 years old.

we have a lot to be proud of. great beer. hockey gods roam among us. sweet ass weed, smarties canadies, the delicious candybar known as coffee crispe and as of thursday, we are only the 3rd nation worldwide to legalize civil gay marriage. though it upset many of the conservative folks around us who wish to preserve the "traditional definition" of marrige, the landmark parliament vote displays the progressiveness within this country. the previous generation lived in an era where homosexuality was a crime under criminal code. today, gay and lesbians couples under law enjoy the same marriage rights as any other canadian. and i say, about time. it is not a threat to religion. not a threat to straight couples and your children will not want to have buttsex as a result of this decision. the only effect is going to be the inclusion of the homosexual community in an important social institution and hopefully end the ongoing stigma that homosexuality is somehow a deviance needed to be pushed into fringe status.

so tomorrow when we are getting plastered; think of the gay couples who are probably more happier to live in this country of ours. this year's july 1st is more than a national holiday.

i'm tired.

weak. powerless.

trapped in a vicious cycle with no end in sight.

not even sure what it is. i cannot put my finger on it. regardless, could i even understand it myself had i known?

but it's holding me down. the feeling that i am missing out on something at this very moment.

regrets is all i have. false hopes turning into misery.

i looked for something life-like but turned more inward than one like to.

it is all i have left to hang onto right now.

this summer's live 8 concerts are shaping up to be the global event of the summer. previously geldof organized these shows sometime in the mid 1980s to raise awareness for the poverty stricken african continent. this year's free concerts are an attempt to raise awareness for the continued plight of the african people, more focus on easing the african debt. awareness doesn't feed children and provide a solution to the aids crisis but what the hell do i know about charity work. geldof was knighted for this sort of shit.

i find it hard to believe this "global" event and the logic behind the free shows. people are hungry, people are dying; why not get some bands together and play a few free shows at the same time to raise awareness?

in droves people will turn out for the shows but what impact will this have? our elected leaders will hear the united voice of the g8 citizens calling for more attention & support; that day at least. speaking from the canadian experience and our PM's buddy-buddy image with bono looked cool in the papers. "look how hip paul martin is hanging out with bono! man, he rocks!" like martin didn't have a clue what he was doing and and at the same time he doesn't strike me as the type to take bono seriously unless reporters are in his face. bono was promised great canadian aid a while back and since then the dollars earmarked for africa have slowly siphoned off. apparently bono is pissed with martin's upkept promised and voiced his anger at a u2 show not to while ago. way to go bono, being promised something by the government and then have it being reduced or completely cut off is the canadian way. you are now an honourary canadian!

but my biggest complaint against the event is this: the concerts are being held in london, paris, edinburgh....barrie, philadelphia, rome, berlin and....barrie.

if you're going to hold an event that's part of the worldwide concert festival, for the love of god, do not stick in barrie; the armpit of this country. even the canadians who get upset that toronto is always chosen as the nation's representative for any internationally staged event surely would rather have seen it going to toronto. personally, i wish they chose vancouver or montreal but barrie?

i knew michael jackson did not molest that cancer riddled boy. he only made love to him. it's a night/day difference.

i wish there was much something new to add but there really isn't. you got money, known name, live in california, blah blah blah, you got use the justice system to your advantage.

though i assume there was some hanky panky going on at the neverland ranch, the prosecution had a weak case. that's what the jury was supposed to judge: the evidence, not the man. hell, a few of them personally believe wacko jacko is a molestor but let's face it, that funny looking defence lawyer had his shit together and shot down the allegations beautifully.

now for the sake of our collective sanity and intelligence: michael; just go away.

the latest heatwave is helping me sweat myself into shape. *rimshot*

i've been saving that one up since the distant cold days of january. the days we are now lingering for.

seriously, it's hot. and it's not even summer.

this summer season is shaping up to be a big one.

dear blog,

don't you worry. you are not an orphan, it's just that your master has become preoccupied with working himself to death. one full time job and now a part time job by week nights and weekends has become detrimental to find time to do anything else. like fall in love with misty every night over. but i assume she has a puerto rican lover on the side to step in when i am working my youth away.

by day i clickety click on a keyboard making it look i'm actually doing something for 6-7 hours and by evening i make sure the local grocery store shelves are filled with pop & chips to make ourselves fatter than we've already become. mind you, i do not work in the store every night as i do not think that be good for anyone's mental condition.

can you guess which job i prefer more? the thing is: because of the years i've pumped in the exciting world of grocery, the wage is roughly equal. thanks to my lack of qualifications and credentials, my day boss is able to get away with it and i can either be his poorly paid employee or be someone else's poorly paid employee. i wasn't going to do much grocery this summer, but reality has siphoned all my dough and i gave in.

it's not that i like working so much but certain conditions, such as car payments on the new "pimping ride" and the looming tuition statement from money pit university leave me with very little options to do otherwise but work myself silly. not to mention, since the lunatic cowboy moved into the white house in 2000, our worldwide gas prices have been steadily rising. it's funny watching drivers go ape shit when a station offers gas for 75cents/litre when not too long ago, such a price was outrageous. because 51% of the people in a normally stable country elected a wacky cowboy as their president, i have to pay for gas more than i should.

now if you excuse me, i have a job to run to so i can become rich, BIATCH!