i love people. i hate people.

i love people.  more than anything else in the world.  people.  all shapes.  all sizes.  all races.  all genders.  all religions.  the odd time i even like phony people.  but only when they’re real because they are real once in awhile.  i also hate people.  more than anything else in the world.  people.  all shapes.  all races.  all genders.  all religions.  the odd time i even hate real people.  but only when they’re fake because they are fake once in awhile.
  i hate bad televison.  i hate bad movies.  i hate bad music.  i hate bad theatre.
  they tell you not to HATE.  but who are they?  people putting out bad entertainment.
  they tell you to support canada.  support bad molson canadian.  support bad television.  support bad movies.  support bad theatre.
  I SUPPORT WHAT I CONSIDER GOOD.
  i, obviously, am smarter than most people when it comes to recognizing phony, pretentious product.  otherwise kardashians, biebs, twilight, the bachelor, skyfall wouldn’t be so popular.
  i wish more people would read.  real books.  inspiring books.  knowledgeable books.  books with fire.  books with passion.  nothing worse in entertainment than PASSIONLESS product.  NOTHING.  some rich boring suit deciding what we like is sickening.  almost as sick as the people who fall for it.
  i love people.  i hate people.  this is life.  sometimes i’m nice.  sometimes i am an utter COCK.  i know it and i admit it.  but i am real.  with all my flaws and ugliness and cuteness and quirkiness and fire and passion and drunkeness and intelligence and dumbness.  this is me.  real.  canadian.  born into a family who sometimes cares and sometimes doesn’t but this is life and i DO.  I DON’T WATCH. 
  while most people sit back waiting for life to throw them a bone i am living.  no bingo cards.  no lottery tickets.  if you are boring and dull without money you will be boring and dull with money.  FACT.
  we all eventually get old.  wrinkle.  lose hair.  lose friends.  lose family.  lose jobs.  lose money.  lose respect.  lose pensions.  lose our virginity (maybe…if you wear a leather jacket with ryerson engineering on it you never lose your virginity).  lose dogs.  lose cats.  LOSE.
  at the end of our lives and while sitting on our deathbeds what do you want to feel?  what do you want to see?  what do you want to think?
  REGRET IS PAINFUL SO CHANGE NOW AND NOT AFTER YOU HAVE WON THE LOTTERY.
  i want to write more but i have to leave to pick up my absolutely gorgeous, fun, loving, interesting, and unique daughter.  it will be sad when i die and have to leave her behind.