Mullet Hunting...at Tim Hortons
So today was round two at Ikea. I got a new office chair today, and it makes me feel like a dictator. Which apparently, has come to be my new life goal. I am totally going to rule over some small un-expecting drug country in South America. I figure it can't be all that hard. I will have to build a balcony house, like the ones on Mississauga road, so I can yell orders to my subjects, from my awesome home.If I was dictator of Mississauga, I would make my first order of business the finding of the mullet man from Tim Hortons. I mean, it wouldn't be very hard, considering I see this guy almost once a week. But it would just be magical to break the awkward silence that we hold as two regulars of the same establishment. Last coffee trip, he and I were in line at the same time. An extra large, double double, and a Raisin Bran Muffin. Totally not what I expected at all. I would have pegged him a large black, one sugar, and ten diesel Tim Bits. Then again, I am just weird that way.
Back to my Ikea talk. Now that I have gotten a desk and a new bookshelf, my room is a kickin' place. I would totally spend forever in there. Just me, Brian Wilson, and Mr. Eaton lying in bed. Because anyone who is anyone, knows that back in the days when Mr. Eaton [the greatest razzamajazz man to grace the face of the earth, and teach at Mayfield] was running around touring with the Beach Boys, him and Brian Wilson, were ALWAYS lying in bed together. He so told me. Daryl Eaton is by far the sexiest 64 year old on the planet. Don't believe me, just ask Briana.
So in the end of this post, it seems that I will be a dictator, with an assistant with a mullet, and the sweetest room in the world.
Movie I really want to see: Ong-Bak. Sweet Asian action at its finest, or so I've heard. And we all know I like the Asians (nothing like a good self-burn).
posted by passionflake @ 10:47 PM
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