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I give up. One of my tenants is going to be late with rent again. I've had a pre-authorized debit come up NSF just yesterday, and I am (for the next three days) living off of my Visa, which has miraculously had another $1400 worth of credit added to it, just in time. Usurers. I worked four hours overtime last night and I am totally fucking knackered. My whole life is a fucking house of matchsticks.
Speaking of which, the E-town fires haven't abated. A downtown rooming house was gutted on Sunday, and yesterday it was the Pyrogy House over on 118th Ave. Some of the people who came over to watch the rooming house burn actually clapped and hooted, which is fairly silly behaviour considering some of the residents had to jump from the second story windows to escape. As it turns out, the rooming house was a - aw, what's the word. Like, a place where addicts come to get clean and sort themselves out. Anyways, one of those places, except that wasn't what was happening. As in there wasn't a lot of sorting out going on.
The Pyrogy House gained fame earlier this year for being the family business of one of the contestants on the last season of The Bachelor. The Bachelor, incidentally, is a show where thirty women compete in various romantically-themed challenges (like mud-wrestling salamanders) to win the hand of a man who prior to the show's pre-production stages was a total stranger to them all. The Edmonton Journal ran about eighteen thousand articles that mentioned the Pyrogy House by name this past spring.
Ever seen that movie Se7en? Sure you have. Kevin Spacey is so creepy in it, right?
It'd be funny (and incredibly tragic and awful and GOD PLEASE LET THESE FIRES STOP HAPPENING) if there were two competing arsonists in Edmonton, and one of them was a religious zealot and the other was a real estate developer. Then one day they could meet on the LRT and fall in love and there'd be little jokes about one of them always burning the toast. Would you watch a sitcom like that? Sure you would, because you're pathetic. I gotta go to work.
Speaking of which, the E-town fires haven't abated. A downtown rooming house was gutted on Sunday, and yesterday it was the Pyrogy House over on 118th Ave. Some of the people who came over to watch the rooming house burn actually clapped and hooted, which is fairly silly behaviour considering some of the residents had to jump from the second story windows to escape. As it turns out, the rooming house was a - aw, what's the word. Like, a place where addicts come to get clean and sort themselves out. Anyways, one of those places, except that wasn't what was happening. As in there wasn't a lot of sorting out going on.
The Pyrogy House gained fame earlier this year for being the family business of one of the contestants on the last season of The Bachelor. The Bachelor, incidentally, is a show where thirty women compete in various romantically-themed challenges (like mud-wrestling salamanders) to win the hand of a man who prior to the show's pre-production stages was a total stranger to them all. The Edmonton Journal ran about eighteen thousand articles that mentioned the Pyrogy House by name this past spring.
Ever seen that movie Se7en? Sure you have. Kevin Spacey is so creepy in it, right?
It'd be funny (and incredibly tragic and awful and GOD PLEASE LET THESE FIRES STOP HAPPENING) if there were two competing arsonists in Edmonton, and one of them was a religious zealot and the other was a real estate developer. Then one day they could meet on the LRT and fall in love and there'd be little jokes about one of them always burning the toast. Would you watch a sitcom like that? Sure you would, because you're pathetic. I gotta go to work.
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