Exiled in a kilt

In general I like my job. Sure it is in no way what I pictured myself doing (10 years ago I was taking my final exams to start towards studying immunology). Hell, I didnt even picture myself in this country. The plan was to be a research scientist by now recieving letter bombs from groups such as the ALF. Damn at least I should be a design tech somewhere now, right?

But, here I am I am the shipping/recieving manager for a franchise of a store that is really a cornerstone of Canadian ...

If all existence is an illusion, why waste time discussing it?

Ok, profile customisation. yup. not sure I will be doing any. First off I havent got the foggiest how to.... Secondly I am scared of change, and thirdly I think I still feel like I did when rockitza brought up the idea of blog customisation a while back:

I like to think (possibly deludedly, especially when my blog is used as an example) that the quality of the writing on the blogs here is of a higher quality than the dreaded MySpace & the like. MySpace is like the 50 year old

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First off, apparantly a curator of a national museum in Scotland is in town & would like to discuss my ideas re: scotland exibhit. Oh well.....

Met up with a guy I went to college with on Saturday, it was good times. Spent entire weekend drunk & reliving great memories.

Tomorrow should be intersting I think I will end up putting in a 13hr shift. Such fun.

****!!! sorry.

I am freakin empty, no scratch that I am blleeping sore. I should be a better freind I should try & keep in contact better. God damn it. I need to better & then things like this wouldnt happen.

With moving & one thing & another I kinda lost contact with a lot of people I went to college with. I finally got re-connected again today, and with the news kinda wish I hadnt.

Joe is gone.

Joe was a {expletive deleted} ...