Where the hell have I been? I was in Vancouver for two days, golfing for one and working in Sidney for a week. I come home to a pile of laundry and the roomates smellen litterbox. (clarification, actually the roomates cat’s litterbox)
I log on to Dj Dobbleena’s blog here and it feels like I have missed a whole grade in highschool. I don’t mean that condecending, I mean that like I feel so far behind. How could this happen? I used to be fun right? I used to be thoughtful and even coherent at times. Now I shout non-sequitors from the rut that has become my home.
I am the master of my own destiny and all that, yes it is true, but while I am turning this big ship around I still want to cling to what social life I had.
So, about the fire. A blessing in disguise I think monsenior mischiff will agree, but in the meantime it hurts my SOUL! Sure it has given me freedom to pursue other avenues career wise, but it has sapped me financially, preventing me from doing many things I love, like spending time with my friends. I could write a whole post about the early morning of July 14th and the lives it affected. Some much much more than others. But alas I won’t, because that water has long since passed under the bridge and well, honestly this is djmishiff’s blog not mine!
So at last I arrive at my point. I am glad to hear everyone is still breathing, some harder than others I’m sure, and that we continue to grow even when your as old as the Dj. Friends, know that you are missed. Perhaps when we take over the world we could still sit down for a cup of tea? or something.
Neil *now with 10% more love*
And if I can ever track down Doug, I want to hold an invite only Christmas party in Hollywood glowing with the sounds of DJ.Mischiff!
…and guests? Davin?…
COMMENT:
Nice showing, Mr Gurton! Good to see you back, and great to see you in here!
If we have that party, I am that guy who is there doing that thing.
Fucking Fire!
Where the hell have I been? I was in Vancouver for two days, golfing for one and working in Sidney for a week. I come home to a pile of laundry and the roomates smellen litterbox. (clarification, actually the roomates cat’s litterbox)
I log on to Dj Dobbleena’s blog here and it feels like I have missed a whole grade in highschool. I don’t mean that condecending, I mean that like I feel so far behind. How could this happen? I used to be fun right? I used to be thoughtful and even coherent at times. Now I shout non-sequitors from the rut that has become my home.
I am the master of my own destiny and all that, yes it is true, but while I am turning this big ship around I still want to cling to what social life I had.
So, about the fire. A blessing in disguise I think monsenior mischiff will agree, but in the meantime it hurts my SOUL! Sure it has given me freedom to pursue other avenues career wise, but it has sapped me financially, preventing me from doing many things I love, like spending time with my friends. I could write a whole post about the early morning of July 14th and the lives it affected. Some much much more than others. But alas I won’t, because that water has long since passed under the bridge and well, honestly this is djmishiff’s blog not mine!
So at last I arrive at my point. I am glad to hear everyone is still breathing, some harder than others I’m sure, and that we continue to grow even when your as old as the Dj. Friends, know that you are missed. Perhaps when we take over the world we could still sit down for a cup of tea? or something.
Neil *now with 10% more love*
And if I can ever track down Doug, I want to hold an invite only Christmas party in Hollywood glowing with the sounds of DJ.Mischiff!
…and guests? Davin?…
COMMENT:
Nice showing, Mr Gurton! Good to see you back, and great to see you in here!
If we have that party, I am that guy who is there doing that thing.
Also, ask me about the Earl’s party.
nice picture mr. dj! when are you going to get cookies working?!?!?!!!
Davin, oh Davin. HOW do I do any better than I have already done? Cookies are as enabled as I can make them. Tell me, what more can I do?
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