Wednesday, September 15, 2010

When I Get Old...er



Make sure I don't take the bus downtown, strip off all my clothes on Queen St. and pull out my magical flute. Or just pull on my magical flute. 
Whatever, just make sure I don't do this please! 

(I know one of my chillens does read this occasionally, sorry to have burned an image into your brain that you won't be able to get rid of) 

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I work at a 911 centre. Yes, CENTRE! I am Canadian! So, yes I do have some stories. Not as many as you might think as you do tend to get jaded working in that environment for any length of time. And you start to think of everyone as stupid, immature, and wonder how we ever survived the dark ages as a race. We need more chlorine in the gene pool! Most people I find are afraid. Afraid of life, afraid of each other, afraid of failure, afraid of success. You big fraidy cats! Wait till the zombies come, now that's something to be truly afraid of!