Love It

Went out for dinner lastnight with my parents and brother. Took the bus to my brother’s apt at Yonge and Eglinton. My gawd the area is full of hotties. I almost had an orgasm just enjoying the view…lol..While waiting at the Eglinton station for the 130 Mt Pleasant North bus to looking out the window on the bus as sweaty, hunky guys jog in this blowtorch heat. Who needs a porno? LOL

The food at Tucker’s Markeplace in Scarborough ( I hate Scarborough with passion) sucked, I ate mostly sauteed vegetables, tofu, well I picked the tofu from the Chinese pasta at the buffet..lol, there was no variety or a good selection. Im very picky since I follow a strict diet of only healthy foods. As I sat in front of my father, I see a mirror of myself..lol.I have his traits, his facial features, some of his personality, complaining a lot, picky about everything and of course, and unfortunately the hair or lack of. Im getting there.

I will miss my parents, I hugged my mom in the car when they dropped me off at my downtown apartment, and told her I will miss her and then my father. Im glad he’s finally put aside that Im gay and love me because Im his son. Im sure he wishes I wasn’t. My poor parents, two of their sons don’t have kids, my brother is too selfish to have any, and I don’t think any woman would take his crap. While on the way to the restaurant he was arguing with me, he has a need to argue with people, and I told him to just shut the fuck up. He asked if I wanted his computer speakers, I said sure but what does he want in return cause I said the day he gives me something or helps me without wanting something back is when he actually seeks counseling, cause he never will. And of course he compares with me. There’s never a time where my father wouldn’t give us money every time he visits us. And at dinner I overheard him ask my father how much did I get.

Ever watch the movie the Fockers? Thats how my family is like in public, loud, talking about problems so the world to hear, everyone has to know our business…lol..I can see why Im the way I am, never dull or boring..lol..just spoke to my mother this morning and she told me my father wants to move back here. When they moved to Florida in 1998 things were very different in Toronto. Businesses were closing, the unemployment rate was very high, our dollar was doing bad, I remember it being at $1.60 for $1 USD. Now, the dollar has been the lowest since 1990, our unemployment rate was been the lowest in 30 years, businesses are booming etc. I think the Liberal Government has a lot to do with it. My mother doesn’t want to move back because she likes the warm climate. Its the only reason, really. I don’t see any other reason. Or maybe it’s me and being a patriotic Canadian. I personally think we’re in God’s country.

I emailed my friend, we’ve been taking a break from eachother, but she’s strong enough to go out for with me on my 30th birthday this weekend. My birthday is on Monday the 25th.

Well, ever since my parents came only good things have been happening with me. I got a new job with a major consulting firm, not bragging but they were only hiring 2 people and she offered me the job on the spot. Have another interview for a HUGE company after doing a rigorous phone interview.

Lately, that’ s been happening a lot with me. Where I would go for interviews and all it takes is one interview with one employer to get hired. Well, I mean each time I change jobs. Once a year..lol..I have a lot of confidence when I go for interviews though, and it shows. oK, oK, Im egotistical , but I deserve it, damit! And my next court appearance won’t have to be until I get sentenced which will be at the end of the year. I have a good lawyer, she’s very intelligent, works for John Rosen, knows what she’s doing and I have confidence in her.

Isn’t it amazing how life is? Things can go real bad, all the sudden it takes a sharp turn and then misery has left it’s company.

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