today i got up at 7:30

i was supposed to go to work.

for 9

at the haunted theatre where i work.

so i went to the haunted theatre. chilled there for a while.

and nobody came

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so i'm like, all alone in this haunted theatre.

and i call my boss

and i'm all

"motherfucker, where everyone be"

cause i'm ghetto like that

and he was all

"robby, no ones working at the heritage today"

and i'm all.

"fuck"

so i went home

teenage wasteland playing on the radio of the jeep

which was rad, cause the who are sweet

so, its 11 am

i have the entire day to myself

i can do anything

ANYTHING

i'm thinking i'm gonna buy a plane ticket and go to guam.

ok, maybe not.

but still

full day

all to myself

ROBBY K ONE

FASCISTS OF THE CITY O' BRAMPTOPIA NINETY NINE

I'M ONE STEP CLOSER MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

i'm going to see the Tragically Hip on july 1st. that kicks fucking ass.

i officially hate ryerson university. its s stupid cocksucking instutition bent on taking money away from students to fund their experiments on genetic manipulation and how to make a truly ergonomic ham sandwich.

ive worked 27.5 hours in the last 3 days. mostly liftiing things. like risers. heavy risers. their like, big 8 by 5 pieces of wood that are used as portable stages outside. ugh.

flu came over this weekend. we got really small in his car. it was pretty funny actually. i couldn't really think straight. we were at thre rugby club. the streetlights looked like tiny suns. matt saw the golden gate bridge being destroyed in this picture. needless to say he was messed up.

but so was i

and so was flu

it worked out well, really.

oh yeah, kev was messed up as well. he was telling us about something his mom made for him for dinner, but matt made a joke about effing his mom, so kev wouldnt tell.

in my state of mind at the time, that was a big deal.



i have a rugby game on wednesday. i have no cardio anymore. like, i havent played in a fucking year. it's in markham at fletchers fields. if you wanna see me, i'll be there... the one sitting in the endzone smoking a joint, asking the coach just to chill out a minute.

i'm listening to tupac. fuck. i miss the hood.

i'm gonna call my stupid slut cock fucking asshole university now. cocksuckers. goddammit i hate them.

by the way, see dodgeball. funny, funny movie.