ahhhhhhh…….I’m powerless! ahhhh…..ahhhhh

So what happened today? Fuck, what happened this week even? 

Let’s see: well, first thing comes to mind — North Korea and Japan are talking tough (anyone wanna place any bets?), my mom continues reading the national enquirer, I decided I want to put together a zine, my ol’ pal from high school was mistakenly understood by some people to be dead (all owing to a facebook status update), the G20 summit happened, Stephan Harper urinated somewhere, and lastly, Michael J. Fox came out and spoke about his life out of the spotlight. That is everything that pretty much happened this week that I can recall, or care to recall at the moment. 

In addition to these fantastic marvels I am sure some more insignificant shit went down, but I wasn’t paying attention. 

Right now I urge you to call the toll-free prayer line at 1866-273-4444

Tonight’s topic on channel amazing is, “is fear immobilizing your life”? Let’s ponder that. This will require a refill. 

Well let’s take today as an example. I walked on to a packed bus, heading back to the “grey zone” as I have affectionately dubbed our section of our mono-coloured street, when somehow or another me and this lady, let’s call her ‘angel’, catch one another’s eyes. 

At first Angel seems disinterested, after all why should she be otherwise — just another man ogling over her charming appearance. This is when I counterattacked her disinterest with an equal display of indifference; balanced perfectly however with an underlying air that screamed “I AM ONLY DISINTERESTED IN BEGGING FOR YOUR LOVE, BUT I WOULD BE INTERESTED IN ASKING NICELY”. No doubt, she heard my silent body language for I could see when I darted my eyes in her direction that her coquettish countenance was now aglow with curiosity. Blasted, I thought to myself, now is the time. Now if only all these people were not in my way, separating me from steeles 60 going to finch station love — then I would take her in my arms and give her a transfer she has even yet to dream about. If only. The crowd babbled on oblivious to the sequence of thought circling in my genius mind. 

“The next stop is bathurst station”, announced the robotic female voice, and the bus then emptied in half. Suddenly, mobility. I could walk up to her and say something dashing now. The connection had been made. Though unspoken, somehow I knew then and there that she too would go home and write about me in her online blog. I knew then we were destined to be blog buddies, without ever knowing the true depth of our eyes having met. Angel, my angel. I never did walk up to her and say anything. 

That’s enough for tonight I think. Someone just started singing a song on this late night Christian channel I’m watching on mute — lovely swaying and great teeth, really. 

Once again that number is : 1866-273-4444