sometimes i know wtf is going on and i don't like it.
when you leave your home, if you're lucky enough to have one or even some of one or part of something that makes you feel like you have shelter on which you can reasonably depend whether cardboard or hardwood, you are confronted with what i can only imagine is called the economy - the buying and the selling - its conspicuousness is part of what drives people to the country only to realize that now they need more gas not less and they are going to have to take that job at the lcbo in town cause farming isn't what they thought it was going to be. but still they can't get enough hours. then, i don't know, maybe we could get welfare? someone suggests over the last weeatabix.
