i wake up every morning way too early for my liking. i have a cup of disgustingly bitter coffee as the cure to get me to put on my pants and then watch cp24. the daily smog advisories for southern ontario are slowly killing me. shit i cant remember a day that we didn't have a smog day announced. i think about our poor planet getting sicker every year but we do nothing but give little advisories to avoid prolonged outdoor activities. we've destroyed the planet and now only we can do is hide from the mess. i then have a bowl of frosted cheerios and head on out into that disgusting air my television tells me to stay away from.

can't wait for the summer to end and school to start so i can unwind again for the next eight months. working fucking sucks. so does smog. i might need to get away for a while because this awful air is cramping my style yo.

some relative of mine from poland is coming to stay with my parents for the summer on monday. i'm not too thrilled about it as it means busting out the handful of simple polish words i know and being a tour guide for the next tw0 months. the other reason i need to get away. he's coming here to make money doing some hardcore labour with those shady polish businesses. bosses whose office is the 1984 ford econoline is a sure bet you won't get paid on time or the proper amount. it reminds me of a story from last year and a friend of mine who worked for one these dudes. the friend only got paid when the two of us camped outside of his 1st floor apartment window for 4 hours talking trash. when we first got there, his wife said he was in chicago visiting friends. ha! then he came out with a wad of cash and then told us to "play nicely." the money was nice but a direct deposit would have made things a lot more better than digging through phonebooks to find the certain dude. that day i felt like a detective or something of equal importance. looking through phonebooks, crossing off names, staking out at 2am on sunday. afterwards, he treated me to mcdonalds and more than just the mcdeal. he was rolling in such dough the combo deal was-a-coming.

advice of the day: don't work for polish people who do not ask for no information about who works for them. gives them an excuse not to keep of track of who has to be paid.

good night and go screw yourself