Brown Folk Love Superstore

Has anyone else noticed that brown folk love Superstore. Seriously, what's the appeal here? It just hit me tonight while shopping that the most brown folk I see during any day is at Superstore. Any location, including Extra Foods. They wander the aisles, the women looking afraid, the men, expressionless and the children playing video games in the electronics department. Not even close to the situation at Safeway or Sobeys. Its confusing. The brown folk of my neighbourhood love the Superstore and I only somewhat enjoy it. They are the moth and Superstore the flame. I will continue to ponder this anomaly until I find the secret. I will prevail. After I solve this riddle I will cure the cold, AIDS and glaucoma... I'll probably need some help, Carmen. Are you almost done your homework? Call me.

Birthday you say?

So today is my birthday. What a swell one it has been. I barely had 13 deliveries. I spent over an hour hanging out with Francis Tremblay. Checked out his wicked awesome house. Then, I made a few more deliveries. For lunch I had three McDonald's cheeseburgers and an alcohol-free beer. I am a driver you know. Then, I went to ChemWest and hung out with the salesman, Glen Johnson, for another half hour or more. After I was done there I finished the rest of my deliveries and went to Canadian Tire for a while. The idiot kids they have working there pissed me off so I didn't buy anything. I finished off the day by loading my van for Monday and left early. On the way home I stopped at the Princess hotel in Trashcona and made use of their "drive-thru" vendor. Ah, Busch. The smoothest of the refreshing beers. Don't ask me how a liquid can be smooth. Advertisers wouldn't lie; they're obviously geniuses. After the beer came the pizza. Little Caesar's it is. They now have chipotle dipping sauce. Now I am home and it is almost time to play video games, read my fliers and do some homework. I'm making a maintenance schedule for the van. Also today I got a swell email from Deanne. Have I mentioned how ridiculously cute she is. Also one from Sherri. But I know her tricks. I think she's out to get me. In conclusion, Busch beer is where it's at.

The Car of the Future - Today!

I have purchased an automobile. Now I can once again properly show my disdain for this world by filling is with my exhaust and the rubber from my tires. See you in hell Winnipeg Transit. Ask me of my opinion on Winnipeg Transit and I will show the blackest darkest hatred that resides within mine own heart. A pox on thee! How many times have I been partially frozen waiting in vain for the welfare limousine to come forth and save my flesh from the ravages of an arctic airmass. Death to the evil one! I only need a few repairs and then I can legally be on the road again instead of always relying on everyone else to carry my ass like some pauper. Ahh, in some small way I feel that much closer to retirement and then the time when I cast off the shackles of this life of suffering and lose that constant vibration of anxiety in my heart. The sweet joy of silence. But for now the clanging in my core continues unabated. This is my progression. One step. A fully functioning automobile. It was only $500 too! This would be a whole lot easier if some one would just give me free money to get what I need. It works for politicians, why not me? Lucky bastards. Yes, I know I shouldn't sink to their level but it would be so nice.