Fuck, Shit, Piss

well i'm back mother biatches...

and i've come to the conclusion that deer are much like myself... evidently: suicidal in saskatchewan.

The main difference between deer in K country where there is a deer int he ditch every 20 feet, and saskatchewan is that you will rarely see a deer, and if you do see a deer, you know for damn sure it will be bolting out infront of your car trying desperately to end it's poor miserable and pathetic life... and this is my exact mentality, perhaps i'm merely bitter that when i got home i found my fucking brother sleeping in my bed and had to spend the night on the couch. If i wanted to sleep on a bed the size of my couch i woulda saved myself the 8 hour drive.

anyway

for those that are wondering my summer consisted of booze, mountain climbing, booze, bartending, women... but mainly booze, eating out... but mainly boozing, and bear fighting... while boozing.

anyway if someone has a car that i can quickly dash out infront of, i'd be quit obliged.

p.s. this is just the beginning i have a whole summerworth of shit to bitch about.

sincerely,

suicidal in saskatchewan

p.s p.s. i really don't wanna go back to school either.