Hey Bitches!  

Do you love peeled tomatoes?  I do.

Hey Bitches!

Remember the plants that would grow on the lawn or hayfields?  The papery little bulbs that would split open and dust would come out?  Remember how it was so magical when you were little?

Think about it.  Aren't they the awesomest plants ever?  I love those.

I don't think of those things very often, and I really should try to because the act of remembering them makes me happy.

Listen, Bitches(notice how I always capitalize Bitches, it's because I hold you Bitches in such high regard), isn't the word "I" funny?  It's fucking capitalized and it's one little letter!  That bitch.

Don't you think?  That if the letters were like people?  Like characters?  Like Smurfs!!!

The "i" would be Snotty Fucking Bitch Smurf?!!!

I was just reading about Smurfs the other day at work!

Hey Bitches.

I did it again. ------>

Hey Bitches!

So I tried changing my Rogers Wireless user name to, "Suckit Bitches".  First name: Suckit.  Last name: Bitches.  They wouldn't let me, can you believe that?  Bummer.

Anyway, I have three days off this weekend!  Lucky me, Bitches!

Hey Bitches, guess what?  My last post was written when I was super-pissed off, and in all fairness, I'm taking back what I said about my trainer.  

I went on a pretty boring drive by myself on Saturday.  I went to Ward's Creek(my old stomping grounds) via Upham.  I got two great photos, that's it.  

I found an awesome abandoned house just before the Upham turn off to St. Martin's.  It's completely intact, but awesomely deteriorating.  Notice the rotting curtains on the window and door.  

I want to go inside SO bad!!!  If there are curtains left behind, what else might be in there?  I think I see a bit of a chair in the window!

Hey Bitches!

Our trainer left us buddy-jacking ALL evening!  That dipshit.

I told him I wasn't learning anything and that it wasn't on me when the shit hits the fan.

Later that night he locked the training room door with my shit inside, but that's okay, what he doesn't know is that he's a shit-stain and I'm not, so HA HA.

Fucking shit-licking ball sack.

Hey Bitches.

I went to Maces Bay via Chance Harbour on Canada Day.  I don't know about you guys but I've never been there before and it's one of the most beautiful places in New Brunswick, just amazing.  

Too bad you missed it.  What's also too bad is that my camera batteries were dead and my back-up batteries were also dead.  I'm going back though.

Anyway, I went for my interview today.  Some guy and I had the interview together.  The woman interviewing us kept talking about the job and shit and then she was talking about the pay and then she was talking about bringing lunch and a blank cheque.  I'm sitting there thinking, "Did I just get hired?  Did I miss that part?"  The other guy said, "So...by showing up on Tuesday it means we're hired?"

Basically, Bitches, it was more of an orientation than an interview.  

Should I be worried?  I mean, even RMH(R. M. H.) pretended to give a shit about my resume and references.

So in this post I present to you bitches one of the four photos I was able to take on Canada Day.