No facades no humor, just me

You should never wait to say something to someone, anyone. Because even if you dont really care, the moment they slip away it is too late for anything.

Today I found out that my grandmother, my dads mom died in the hospital. She was a mean spirited woman who couldnt find the good in anyone not even her own son who spent as much time with her in the hospital as he could with her over these past 9 months or so. But even with all that aside  i know she loved us all.

Joyce Stewart was born in jamaica and married an abusive man and had a whole heap of kids, some who were left in jamrock, when she fled to england to live a free and happy life. This is where my father was born and grew up. I suppose this is where he got the manners and good behavior that he passed down to me.

I love my dad and although I wasnt as close to my grandma as i should have,knowing that my dad is in pain hurts me. Knowing that he kind of blames himself for her dying because he was so busy with work latly that he took a week off from his schedual of seeing her. My dad has done more for mothers than anyone i know, and I am proud of him.

 

The fact is that my brother and I believe that we are to blame for her death, Yesterday we didnt feel like going to work because there was a good old friend that came over and wanted to hang out . we agreed and called in sick using the excuse that there was a death in the family. The self fullfilling phropocy came true less than a day after we uttered that horrendous lie.

Im not in the best of moods and probably wont be updaing for a little bit but to whoever is listening up there, I am sorry, and i love you grandma

I am an unavoidable hobo

Turns out that no matter what I do or how much i wanna work, im simply not allowed. Turns out the latest case of fuckery is regarding an incident last week where i went home early since my arm was hurting. I took a day off and then the next day I was sent home because they stated that i couldnt perform my duties. Then after that today i was told that i couldnt come back without a docktors note so im pretty much am gonna milk this bad boy for the rest of the week.

Being akward is a little sexy

So in an earlier post, what seems like years ago, I stated that I hated to use the phone and if you called me, I probably wouldnt return the favor simply because I hate the akwardness that ensues when I have to sit in the same room as my grandmother with her less than a foot away from me. She has this habit of breathing on the back of my neck and also pretending not to listen even though in her mind she prolly knows the caller better than I do.

This dramactic unease is multipied when  the phone call happens to be from the girlfriend. Nimo incase anyone of you all suck ass and dont keep up to date, and yes its pronouced as the fish.

 

it really sucks when your trying to have a private conversation about how you miss the other blah blah barf or God forbid trying to put on your sexy voice for jokes when the nana is sitting so ciose she can basically transcribe a copy of what your saying for future reference. I almost feel compelled to pay her for such a good job she is doing keeping tabs, but i know this is just a summer job till she gets that spot on the C.I.A. .. cheating pirate hooker.

 

This is a long way of saying : fuck i need a damn phone of my own. One that i can love and pet and squeeze and kiss. So Imma get on that soon. Its on the list right next to the Mac

Reintroduction

Well, there’s not much to say about me, really. I’m just an old-fashioned Southern boy from New Orleans Toronto, raised to respect his elders and open doors for ladies. How I got to where I am today, I have no fucking idea. I was also taught not to curse, and to apologize if you do. I’m sorry for the cussin'. You kids don't use me as an example.

I like to think of this website as an all night diner, or an after hours café, except without the food or the drinks. I’m here 24 hours a day, waiting for you to drop by and say “howdy,” or hang out and listen to some music or watch some video clips. Or dance. We’ve just installed a huge dance floor, so please, take advantage of it.

And if nudity offends you, I’d advise you to go somewhere else. I mean, we don’t have any actual nudity here, but I just don’t appreciate that uptight attitude.

Anyway, feel free to come on in and make yourself comfortable, but please, no rough-housing. And check out the "Latest News" page to ensure that you're up to date, because if you're not up to date you're... you know, un-up to date.

Thanks for stopping by,
Vance Cam

 

p.s Yah i totally stole this but i thought it was a good way to express my usually sarcastic dry humor, 10 bucks and a bagel for all who can find out who this was stolen by, he has a famous lesbian sister

Im a hard working candy, I got TWO jobs

Formally the hard working mint with only one job: superhero.

 

I have been given the rare chance to do something with my life and for once i am taking it. I have looked into the future and have seen myself on my own, living happy . But in order for that to happene I gotta step up my game and stop being a little girl.

I find out in about a week if i got he job or not which is gonna suck because im not a good wait...person. i would be happy if i had work now, GIVE ME WORK now or i will rape babies in the mouth.

The day started like any other

The time is 10 35 in the morning and I have already been up for two and a half hours. WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH ME?? I found out an interesting fact. The birds start chirping at 4 52am which really sucks because I figure they need a chance to sleep like the rest of us. Oh well, I guess they are whores for the worms, they need them in their mouths.

Its 10 37 now and im getting ready to call my work and tell them I want another job, Im a glutton for punishment I assume. I don't like working at one job but at the same time I want two. Oh JOY, kill me now. The plus side is that everyone agrees that this job is relatively cooler. Working at a beer factory seems good on paper. Nice dollars and free booze. Of course I don't really like beer so its all a moot point.  Gimme my dollars and ill be fine.

the clouds are yelling at me

I  awoke with a start when surprisingly i wasnt on the comfortable ground that i now and love but rather on a very thereputic bed that felt good and moist. Ah thats right i slept over at my friend christina's house after the club. Now where is my passport? Did I leave it in the club? Oh no, where is my shirt. Oh.. its on me, im wearing my shirt, but still what about my passport. Thats gonna suck when im actually thinking. Oh well.

I headed downstairs and got some food, pumpernickel bread and broccolli dip, munching on it i realise that things can look disgusting and sound disgusting and even smell disgusting and sometimes really be mildly edible.

From there i got up and headed upstairs and grabbed my stuff. Turns out my passport is in my pocket, Damn what did I have to drink?

The long walk home was fun, I explored and waited for a bus to come and it never did, so i walked the full hour and saw a nice dog and two robins have sex, thats the strangest thing to witness cuz it looks like they are fighting