Saturday, December 4, 2004

Shameless self promotion!
(ignore below if this is stupid. :P)

votevotevotevotevotevotevote! Wahh! I've dropped in the ranks again..

:(

Prolly cause my comics have been so late lately.. meep. But vote anyway.. pleeeaasee?

I also have a comment bar at the bottom of the comic now.. so if you give me suggestions or comments, I can actually use them..

~whistles~

Anyway. Last night was weird. We had to do all sorts of extra shit because someone from our department called in. Then we had to go do another department. Then we had to clean up our aisles not after the customers, but after the daycrew who completely fucked them up.

Quick question.

These are TWO shapes:

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Right. So. Are they the same?

NO! They are TWO shapes! Two! One does not go where the other goes! One is DIFFERENT!

Now, we learn this important lesson in kindergarden, but for some reason, the fucking dimwits who work dayshift in my isle still can't understand how granola bars and peanuts are not the same thing. Our department calls this stuffing the modulars. I call it Being a goddamned idiot.

Somehow we finished. It was so strange. God, I can't believe how bizarre that was. And I'm not tired! I should be. Goddamn. I thought I was gonna shove those fucking 'Chunky Chicken' cans up the ...

But I didn't. I went for Breakfast.

...Denny's isn't that good, you know.

Moving on. I finally got my health card. Which means I'm able to get health care in BC. Which is good. ~thumbs up~ Cause I haven't gotten that since I left Ontario, four years ago. And I need a new puffer, since currently, an asthma attack goes on until I pass out, and then I wake up again feeling ill with a headache. I really want my meds back.

Wrote a small poem. Forgive it if it's hard to understand.

In Faith

Departure from this plain
makes me wonder
where my existance was true
whether love was a lie
whether my life was fake
or was simply stolen

Through crimson and blood
I can now see
that I am smaller than I
used to be
Strengths have passed on
My mind is obscure
I touch your fingers
but cannot endure

I have no wishes
but for simple things
I ask for nothing
but peace
Like a rabbit,
I am attacked
For I am prey to predators
Who care not
that I will not strike back

So I lay here now
Eyes glazed like ice
To see your siloette
Fading away from mine

I try to smile
But it fails again
I trusted you
But you weren't my friend


....

It was different in my head.. Maybe I just wanted to get the rabbit metaphore worked somehow..

...

Sorry. I don't normally publish my poetry. It's not usually actually balanced. It's usually a jumbled mess of nonsense that my english teachers used to call 'genius' because they didn't realise I was just fucking with their heads.

Jello!

The mass the moves
Like a fork or glove
Hallow, hello, glue!

Kiss the pigeon
he likes your eyeballs
You'd eat him, but it's illegal

You smell like chicken

etc etc...

I've rambled long enough. Thanks for putting up with this if you did. :)

-Rayne


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