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  <title>The Inner Workings of a Shameless Mind</title>
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    <name>Mike</name>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-18T15:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T20:47:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T20:47:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alrighty, the moment you've all been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new journal name is mikeisin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for playing along.  Goodnight and have a pleasant tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-15T18:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-15T23:42:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-15T23:42:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I could listen to this song constantly! lol.  Last night was a lot of fun.  I got some of my first Sin City posts in and Tom and I amused Kim with our craziness.  We danced and sang Sex Bomb and then sang Numa Numa.  Then we decided to dance to Numa Numa and wake Cosh up at 2 am, so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tom wanted to see what I meant by "gaggle of hookers".  Generally there is about ten or twelve around on this one street corner every night so finally we go so that I can show him and there was like 2.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I would like to announce to those of my readers who keep up with my journal that I will be making a new "friends only" journal.  If you want to be added then reply to this entry and then I will make my next post with the new journal name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigos</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-13T13:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-13T18:20:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-13T18:20:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who's sick?  That would be me.  Strep throat again.  The only thing I need to go to the doctor for now is a prescription.  I've had Strep so much I know when I'm going to get it...sad no?  And guess what else...I had to work last night, regardless of the fact that I had Strep Throat.  Ok I can see not wanting to have only 4 servers on the floor on a Saturday night, but the very least they could have done was try and call someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to work my 6 hour shift without a break, whereas the rest of the staff got theirs.  Not only that but I had a group of 12 people come in that they dumped on me.  I couldnt handle a group of twelve on a good day, let alone when my throat is damn near swollen shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night Seattle.</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-11T18:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T23:24:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-11T23:24:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Only two more nights to go and I can say goodbye to that shithole forever.  Let me add a little insight to what these people have to deal with day in and day out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The employees' changing area is an unkept bathroom in the back of the kitchen that is more often than not filled with flies.  It smells.  Its dirty.  Its gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We have no place to sit down on breaks.  We have to sit in a section of the restaurant that is not occupied by customers.  If even one person is in that section, we cant sit there.  This is kind of redundant anyhow considering there are hidden cameras all over the place to make sure we arent sitting down.  The managers always get grilled when Kamal reviews the tapes to see that we had been sitting for a lengthy period of time.  Its called a BREAK fucker!  Which we rarely get if its busy.  Try having more staff on so that we can get what we are legally entitled to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The place itself is unsanitary.  The bricks on the walls are caked with a very thick, and very black dust.  This goes unnoticed however because its high enough to be out of sight and is disguised by the black mortar.  Not only that but the servers often pick off of a customer's plate.  Or worse...(example) Greek Souvlaki is served on salad.  I have seen a server take the souvlaki off the plate, put it on the counter and then on to the salad.  Not touching the stick mind you, touching the chicken, with likely unwashed hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We are treated like dirt from customers and owners alike.  The owners employ cheap labour from people who do as they please during their shifts, listen to nobody and dont speak a word of Goddamn english.  In Canada, minimum wage is $7.40/h.  Severs however, make $6.50 because we get tips.  People should get it through their heads that tips arent guaranteed.  Minimum wage should be minimum wage.  End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know.  Knowledge is power.</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-10T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T04:28:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-11T04:28:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Had my interview with Pizza Pizza today.  It went well and they want to hire me but they have to do a background check first.  So yeah.  No more Golden Griddle! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jumps for Joy*</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-10T18:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T23:09:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-10T23:09:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sitting here listening to Iron Maiden.  Dave is coming tonight and Cosh is working, Aaron has gone to brockville.  Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined the Sin City RPG, that oughta be fun.  I want something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire away!</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-08T21:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-09T02:58:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-09T02:58:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Came back to Toronto today.  I'm applying to Pizza Pizza's call centre in person tomorrow.  I hate Golden Griddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Transmission</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-05T06:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-05T11:47:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-05T11:47:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been forced to endure many things in my life.  But nothing, and I mean nothing can compare to what I have just been through.  My night at work last night can only be described as pure and complete hell.  The night was so bad in fact that even thinking about the shit I and my co-workers were put through makes me writhe and I cant even bring myself to write it down.  I walked home, in the fucking daylight reeking of unbridled hatred for everything in existence.  Not even my worst day at Stream made me this angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I allow myself to go through that bullshit.  If it even looks like it is going to get that bad, I will quit on the fucking spot.  I will grab my shit, and punch out.  They can keep my tips, they can even keep my paycheck I dont even fucking care.  Its not worth the aggravation.  Kamal can stick a chainsaw up his ass for all I fucking care.  I would like to see him try and stop me.  Its already established that I'm quitting that bullshit job, as soon as I know I'm getting hired somewhere else, I'm gone.  No two weeks notice, I wont even say boo.  I'm gone, end of story.  On top of which I will be writing the Business Bureau to tell them what a rat-trap of a restaurant that mother fucker owns.  Hopefully they will send someone to see the terrible conditions we have to work in and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Seattle and good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Your fucking right I swore!!!!</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-04T16:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-04T21:34:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-04T21:34:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So not only did I sleep away my only day off yesterday, but I missed out on getting groceries and laundry.  That pisses me off.  They didnt have the courtesy to wake me up and let me know that they were getting groceries.  I am also on a very very tight budget now.  I have to make sure my credit card gets paid off this month and I also have to get groceries and deposit my paychecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a better job.  I hate to say it, but I might need to go the call centre route.  Now all I have to do is find one.</content>
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    <title>I will never think the same of Prostitutes again...</title>
    <published>2005-11-03T11:33:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-03T11:33:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so the backstory to this tale begins with a prostitute who comes into the restauraunt every night, mostly to use the bathroom but she usually gets a hot chocolate and some sort of sammich throughout the course of the night.  Well she was sitting down and waiting for her food, and we were completely dead so we started talking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now earlier in the night, a transvestite and some guy came in and got only coffee and never ordered any food.  Well apparently this tranny had started shit and was throwing things at Tim (one of the managers) and Mo (The chef).   This I did not know at the time and neither did Kush (one of the managers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she decides she's going to start shit again.  Well I'll be damned if this prostitute doesnt start yelling at her, sticking up for us waiters and drags the bitch out into the street and wails on her ass.  It was quite possibly one of the greatest things I have seen since I have been in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sleep, perchance to dream...</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-11-02T15:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-02T20:45:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So Aaron got the job.  Which is great, now there is no worrying going on.  A really slow night at work last night.  I only made about 20 bucks in tips but at least its better than nothing.  I also got to leave an hour early.  I also had an engaging conversation with a prostitute who came into the restauraunt.  It was odd and unexpected.  I'm tired now and I wish I could go to sleep but I just cant seem to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the Eaton's Centre to check out the EB there.  I went past it but never went in.  Sadly, it doesnt look as good as the one in Belleville.  It's smaller and doesnt look to have as good of a selection.  However, I'm a lazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike out.</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-29T21:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-30T01:22:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-30T01:22:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm a 5th wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Days 'till backup.</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-29T17:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-29T21:43:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-29T21:43:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And here I sit taking refuge in my room as Jocelyn, Meg, Cosh and Aaron have returned from watching Les Miserables.  Boy, that would have been good to see wouldnt it?  Oh well.  Those are the breaks I guess.  Now all I have to do is find a show Cosh and Aaron really want to see, and Tom and I will take someone to them and leave Cosh and Aaron behind.  I'm a terribly bitter person and I love it.</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-29T06:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-29T10:06:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-29T10:12:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it I'm only hit on by men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I get you anything else?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Just your love dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or harassed working women...&lt;br /&gt;Her:  You want a girl dont you?  I can tell the future.  I'm a gypsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Tom, he was good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am assuming that the Oct 28th release date for Rosenrot was purely European...considering neither HMV or Sam's had them, or even knew it was coming out for that matter.  Fuck them right to hell!  Hell I say!</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-28T19:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-28T23:41:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-28T23:41:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jocelyn and Megan are coming to visit today and staying until Sunday.  Forgive me if I dont jump for joy.</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-27T23:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-28T03:07:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-28T03:07:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I survived my shift.  Now I get to stay up all night again so that I will be able to adjust to working at midnight tomorrow.  It was kind of cool walking home this morning.  There was nobody out except a few lingering hookers.  I think I could get used to working nights.  Fairly steady but not busy, and really good tips.  I worked with Dilo and Kush who are quite funny and gave me praise for doing so well on my first night.  Today I met Shabannah and we talked about Cosh.  She said he needs to get laid.  I laughed.  All in all, good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-26T17:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T21:34:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T21:34:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I stayed up all night last night.  Why?  I have to work 10pm - 5am tonight.  Which normally wouldnt bother me, except I also have to go in for 4pm - 10pm tomorrow afternoon.   Fuckers.</content>
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    <title>Ya-ya-ya-yoink!</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T01:33:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-25T01:33:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Seven Things I Plan to do:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a notepad for work&lt;br /&gt;2. Get some blank DVD's&lt;br /&gt;3. Get the new Rammstein CD&lt;br /&gt;4. Dowload music.  Always more music.&lt;br /&gt;5. Write&lt;br /&gt;6. Chat it up on MSN&lt;br /&gt;7. Get some more Chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven Things I Can do:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take my own tables&lt;br /&gt;2. Perfectly sing Rammstein lyrics&lt;br /&gt;3. Create believable characters&lt;br /&gt;4. Tolerate country music&lt;br /&gt;5. Piss off wiggers&lt;br /&gt;6. Move people with fabulous acting (when I get a serious role)&lt;br /&gt;7. Make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven Things I Can't do:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Force myself to write things differently&lt;br /&gt;2. Manage my short temper&lt;br /&gt;3. Hear my alarm in the morning&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy enough groceries in one trip&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy the new Rammstein DVD (currently this is true.  It comes out Friday)&lt;br /&gt;6. Find decent Nintendo music&lt;br /&gt;7. Stomach a Pogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven Things I Say Most Often:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You'd think that...&lt;br /&gt;2. I guess you're the marriage expert...oh I forgot, your wife is dead&lt;br /&gt;3. Nope.  Sure isnt&lt;br /&gt;4. Right on&lt;br /&gt;5. Someone's a whore&lt;br /&gt;6. Ah shit&lt;br /&gt;7. OR....</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-23T19:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-23T23:22:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-23T23:22:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px black solid; width: 90%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corknut.org/toys/trickortreat/"&gt;My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px black dotted"&gt;rook_bishop_ goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Rude of the Turks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/alonelydecember/"&gt;alonelydecember&lt;/a&gt; gives you 5 milky white cherry-flavoured wafers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/amaye/"&gt;amaye&lt;/a&gt; gives you 11 softly glowing vanilla-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/cyrusthevirus/"&gt;cyrusthevirus&lt;/a&gt; gives you 5 mauve strawberry-flavoured pieces of taffy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/dussen/"&gt;dussen&lt;/a&gt; tricks you! You get a piece of paper.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/jinx69/"&gt;jinx69&lt;/a&gt; tricks you! You get a block of wood.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/leamas/"&gt;leamas&lt;/a&gt; tricks you! You lose 16 pieces of candy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/lunitari/"&gt;lunitari&lt;/a&gt; tricks you! You get a wet rag.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/malevolent_____/"&gt;malevolent_____&lt;/a&gt; gives you 15 red-orange tropical-flavoured gummy bats.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px orange solid"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/metallicaangel/"&gt;metallicaangel&lt;/a&gt; gives you 3 teal chocolate-flavoured wafers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px black dotted"&gt;rook_bishop_ ends up with 23 pieces of candy, a piece of paper, a block of wood, and a wet rag.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.corknut.org/toys/trickortreat/index.cgi" method="post"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center"&gt;Go trick-or-treating! Username: &lt;input type="text" name="username" size="10"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Let&amp;#39;s Go!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: xx-small; text-align: center"&gt;Another fun meme brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rfreebern/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rfreebern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  To those who stole my crap, or gave me crap...damn you!</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-23T09:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-23T13:08:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-23T13:08:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to go into work soon. I dont want to though.  Its Sunday so we're going to get people coming after church for Brunch....ugh.  I hate sundays.</content>
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    <title>No sleep = Pissed Mike</title>
    <published>2005-10-21T17:51:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-21T17:51:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Dan and Dave came last night for the weekend which normally would have been awesome.  However, when I went to bed at 12 last night (having to wake up for work at 8) they stayed awake.  Again, not normally a bad thing, however they chose to play Mario Party and Goldeneye until 3 in the fucking morning.  Naturally I got no sleep because I didnt have the luxury of being able to sleep in.  Thus far, only Cosh was decent enough to apologize for the noise he was making last night.  Whereas the rest of them seem to think that I should just deal with it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to work exhausted and guess what, its incredibly busy.  So I get to try and serve on my own and ring up orders on my own to compensate.  So in addition to the stress, exaustion and being new, I make a shit load of mistakes and get yelled at by Douglas.  Not only that, but there was ONE, count 'em ONE cook and absolutely no dishwashers.  So guess what happened?  We ran out of fucking dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my job title and description is Server.  This is what I do, I serve.  I should not be charged with tasks that should be delegated to other individuals (ie. Dishwasher) so I get to try and wash dishes in a contraption I have never in my life before laid eyes on, with no instruction whatsoever.  So obviously I fuck it up and again get yelled at.  I felt like screaming, "Who's fucking fault is it that there were no dishwashers Douglas?  It sure as hell wasnt mine!  I dont make the goddamn schedules!"  Luckily I didnt have to.  Joanne defended me and said exactly what I was thinking.  On top of it all, I had to work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to jam a knife into my temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, keep tuned to the Vent Network with your host Mike</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-19T21:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-20T01:59:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-20T01:59:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I had my first day at work...finally.  I'm really beat.  I didnt get much sleep last night.  I stayed up late after watching Mothman Prophecies and then talking to Tina.  Finally I went to bed around 3 and woke up at 5 having to go to the bathroom.  For those who have not seen my apt, the bathroom is at the end of a hall and you can see yourself in the mirror.  Well, with the lighting the way it was, all I saw was my silhouette when I looked up and jumped something fierce.  Thank you overactive imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at Gunbound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End/</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-17T19:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-17T23:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-17T23:15:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So my weekend came to a close and I managed to avoid any unpleasantries.  My train ticket to Kingston put an enormous dent in my wallet.  I dont know where the fuck Via gets off price gouging but its sickening.  How can it be possible to go from Belleville to Kitchener, spending a total of 5 hours on a train on $70.  And then to go from Toronto to Belleville is $106 and from Toronto to Kingston is fucking $150.  How does this work?  An additional half hour costs another $50??  Its horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the weekend at Dan's was fun.  We played X-box, watched some Father Ted and Corner Gas and spend two hours looking at hilarious videos on ebaumsworld.com.  It was a classic good hang-out weekend.  I met his friend Tim who is pretty cool.  He cleaned us all out playing poker.  We also went to a good Asian restaurant.  Not one of those imitation asian restaurants ("Would you like some Egg rolls or Chow Mein?") I'm talking real korean and japanese food.  They bring you green tea and salt soup (actually I'm not sure what was in the soup but it tasted primarily like salt), and you have to eat with chopsticks.  Take THAT North China Buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back and my frustration has returned.  Let me give you a little back story...When I called my bank to set up online banking for Rogers they offered to pay the bill for me.  I thought, awesome, thats convenient.  However, to my dismay, the bill had not been paid several days later.  Worried that it would not be paid on time, I jumped the gun and paid the bill.  Now I discover that $147.56 was also paid to Rogers by my bank and guess what?  Rogers can't find the payment.  Yeah right, my ass they cant find it.  They jsut got some free fucking money from me, like they're going to want to cough it up.  So now I have to get my mom to mail me my bank statement, then I'm going to walk up the street to Rogers HQ and demand my fucking money back.  Maybe its my fault for jumping, maybe its my banks fault for paying it later than they said they would.  Me, I just think Rogers, their subsidiaries, their service, and their employees are all fucking cunts.  There I said it.  Got a problem with that? You can fuck off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-11T18:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T22:50:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-11T22:50:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So it was looking like Aaron would not have the money for the Hydro bill today, which would mean that we would have to give him the boot, but his parents bailed him out.  However, there are still 3 bills yet to be paid, the hydro bill is only one.  The situation for him is getting more and more dire, and if he doesnt show initiative in getting a job soon then he's fucked.  Every time I try to talk to him about it, he gets bitchy and defensive, so I'm just going to shut my trap and when he runs out of money he better not be fucking surprised.  Thats all I have to say on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanksgiving was pretty okay.  I went to my uncles and got incredibly inebriated.  My visions of that night are kind of sketchy.  I remember my uncle, my dad and I had a conversation about prostate exams, I laughed because I carried a skid back to burn on my own and it took the two of them to get one, and trying to play Super Mario 64 on Matt's DS (or dipshit as I call it) on the way home and losing all my lives.  What I do remember is the hardcore hangover I had the next day.  The whole way back to Toronto I felt like I was going to throw up, but it turns out I was just incredibly hungry cause as soon as I ate I felt fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm back in the city now and counting the time until Tom moves and I get some backup against the idiocy and redundance that goes on.  As well if any of my readers are capable of travel to Toronto (I'm speaking mostly to Sejr and Brandon) you should definately visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just remembered, Jocelyn and Tim are coming this weekend because they're going to Stratford.  So not only does Dan not get to visit, but Aaron said yes to that before even consulting Cosh and I.  So that fucks it up for Barker and I'm not going to be here next weekend so I guess that means I dont get to see him.  Well fantastic aaron, thank you for that.  Yes and he has apparently already given them permission to park in the miniscule parking lot behind our apartment and its not his to give.  Not to mention that I'm almost positive there is no parking back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats my rant readers.  Enjoy.</content>
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    <title>rook_bishop_ @ 2005-10-10T21:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T01:34:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">If there is at least one person in your life whom you consider a close friend, and whom you would not have met without the internet, post this sentence in your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.</content>
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