The Lewd Angel

Thanks for giving me the finger random accountant from Newfoundland

Ma ma is in town for business so I was hanging with her tonight. Went out for dinner and drinks with her and a bunch of other maritime Canada Revenue Agency finance people. It was pretty boring because they speak in acronyms. I kept trying to memorize quotes from them as examples of their boring but then I would forget them because they were too boring and acronym filled. They mostly said stuff along the lines of "Is everyone up to date on the PRS?". One guy who seemed kinda career hungry or something cus he wouldn't let the subject drop of who had applied for the MG 6 was going on about the functional numbers being transparent. You could tell that even the rest of the people at that point in time were with me in thinking *what the fuck are you even talking about?*



My mom's hotel room is pretty nice, nice view and it's really big, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, that sorta thing. Hotels always make me feel kinda weird. It's weird the amount of debauchery that takes place in such a sterile environment. I once worked as a maid in a trashy hotel. There were no wealthy business people rolling through those doors, mostly stinky 15 year old hockey players who got a big kick out of dumping whole bags of chips on the floor and then crushing them into the carpet. It was one of the worst jobs I ever had but, in a weird way I enjoyed how much it sucked. I worked with all these literal old maids who took about 8 breaks a day during which they smoked 3 cigarettes each in this tiny dirty room. I can't remember their names. I always called the leader the dragon lady in my head. There was another one whose husband beat her I'm pretty sure and she would talk about this dog that just lived in her community because somebody left it there and all the neighbours kinda fed it, another one of them was missing a fair amount of teeth; they could all however, change the sheets on a bed like it was nobody's business. Sometimes they would find stuff like a half eaten bag of bagels in the rooms and take it home. One day they just stopped calling me into work and I didn't really bother to look into it since I hated working there anyway. I heard tho later on that the owner for some reason fired the entire cleaning staff. The old maids always used to talk about moving on up to the Holiday Inn and I hope they did after that.



I forgot to show you how Amanda and this statue joined forces to harness the power of fire the other night. Maybe she is pointing at you Nihoa saying set his loins aflame.

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Monday, November 21, 2005