DamagedGoods
October 24th, 2008, 09:49 PM
Well... where to start... I have to admit I'm a fairly longtime lurker, but after noting the symptoms I've decided I'm addicted anyway, so what the hell! (Symptoms may include; constantly being told to stop telling people these stories, calling people twatwaffles, psychiatric medication, bitchiness (this part is my personal favourite, but the meds are close behind!), and much much more!
I suck at the normal type introductions... so, be prepared for rambling. I'm Canadian (I'm sorry, well not really but I understand that's part of being Canadian) Believe it or not I'm also very shy & I constantly worry about offending people. Which sort of clashes with the fact that I can be rather bitchy & opinionated (but i like to think the people I'm bitchy to thoroughly deserve it). I'm female, ahh... *blink* I can't think of anything else at the moment so I'll tell you about my hometown in a rant, because I LOVE rants.
So, I'm from what is lovingly called "The Shwa" aka Oshawa aka hell... you may think i'm joking... but i met a guy... told him i was from Hell.. and he said "Oh!!! you're from Oshawa!!!" no lie... the only people who actually like Oshawa are people from Cottage Country (a, erm, fond? term for most of northen Ontario where everyone and their hick uncles own cottages... i think it's actually a very large cult) Anyways, the only reason these poor uneducated souls like the place is that, when you're used to a place where you have to piss constantly in a portapotty, a backed up toilet, or behind a tree, and the theatre has a screen that looks suspiciously like a soiled sheet and the chairs match it.. (if you can find one with no cobwebs...) and the one (and usually only) bar is filled with people bragging about that shiny new pontoon they bought for the cottage to go fishing for fish that probably have more carcinogens than a cigarette.. but i digress; at any rate, when you come from a place like that the idea of a city where the people actually outnumber the rabid foxes, and the bars that play stuff other than Hank Williams Jr. and fast food really refers to McDonald's and Taco Bell and places like that and not that damned deer you couldn't quite nail with your '74 Ford pickup, sounds like Heaven I suppose.
So I still can't think of anything else... and if this annoyed you, don't ever get me started on mullets or muffintop. :evil: :lollypop:
Ciao bellas
I suck at the normal type introductions... so, be prepared for rambling. I'm Canadian (I'm sorry, well not really but I understand that's part of being Canadian) Believe it or not I'm also very shy & I constantly worry about offending people. Which sort of clashes with the fact that I can be rather bitchy & opinionated (but i like to think the people I'm bitchy to thoroughly deserve it). I'm female, ahh... *blink* I can't think of anything else at the moment so I'll tell you about my hometown in a rant, because I LOVE rants.
So, I'm from what is lovingly called "The Shwa" aka Oshawa aka hell... you may think i'm joking... but i met a guy... told him i was from Hell.. and he said "Oh!!! you're from Oshawa!!!" no lie... the only people who actually like Oshawa are people from Cottage Country (a, erm, fond? term for most of northen Ontario where everyone and their hick uncles own cottages... i think it's actually a very large cult) Anyways, the only reason these poor uneducated souls like the place is that, when you're used to a place where you have to piss constantly in a portapotty, a backed up toilet, or behind a tree, and the theatre has a screen that looks suspiciously like a soiled sheet and the chairs match it.. (if you can find one with no cobwebs...) and the one (and usually only) bar is filled with people bragging about that shiny new pontoon they bought for the cottage to go fishing for fish that probably have more carcinogens than a cigarette.. but i digress; at any rate, when you come from a place like that the idea of a city where the people actually outnumber the rabid foxes, and the bars that play stuff other than Hank Williams Jr. and fast food really refers to McDonald's and Taco Bell and places like that and not that damned deer you couldn't quite nail with your '74 Ford pickup, sounds like Heaven I suppose.
So I still can't think of anything else... and if this annoyed you, don't ever get me started on mullets or muffintop. :evil: :lollypop:
Ciao bellas