Start the day with some coffee and cartoons before responsibility.
I'm taking care of a friends dog and I've got to take him out, but coffee first.
The coffee is Starbucks from my Keurig and the cartoon is Batman: The Brave and the Bold.

I take Rambo for a walk, he's obstinate and it's no easy task. We disagree on issues such as eating dead birds: he is for, I am against. He's hungry. I'm gonna go pick up a can of horse meat for him.

I spend the afternoon with my Granny Mo. She has an appointment at the bank and then we have coffee.

Where is the Seasoning Salt?

A tasty teen burger combo
(notice the seasoning salt On the rings?)

I love A&W. I was just at the 1 Richmond St W Toronto location and ordered a Teen burger combo with onion rings, When I noticed there wasn't any seasoning salt at the tables, I asked the cashier for some. She said that "A&W doesn't have seasoning salt". I know that's not true. I told her that I was just at the new Queen W location and they had it out on the tables. The cashier was very nice and went In back and added seasoning salt to my rings. Why isn't the shaker out on the tables? Is this a cost saving measure? Was I putting too much in my rings or were too many shakers of seasoning salt being outright pilfered? The table had regular salt and pepper. The second reason I go to A&W is the seasoning salt on the rings (of course the primary reason is frosty cold rootbeer in a mug).

Alone + Easy Target

Tomorrow I'm going to visit my friend Jagger in London, Ontario. His marriage has disolved, which is very sad.

I was in Timmins for my peppere's 80th birthday. I met Jagger's sister at the bar and after I went on about how I'm so into travelling and have all the time in the world, she suggested I should visit Jagger. She was right and I agreed.

Confession, I've never read this blog of mine. I have made the mistake of honesty, admitting to stuff here that is likely the reason I didn't get that job I applied for. In fact, since I linked my Google+ profile I'm wide in the open, easily searchable by name. Swearing and smoking pot.

I'm going to close this blog out at the end of the year, but until then I want to post every day. I've written this before, but I'm fucking serious this time. My sister is posting on her blog and she doesn't walk around wearing a Blogger hoodie, I do.

I just found an unpublished draft post  from 2010 titled "The Public/Private Blog", in which I mused: I have to start a new blog, separating my private shit from prospective employers/women. That's all I had written in the post, so I have been thinking about it for a while.