How do the homeless obtain wheelchairs?

My other sister got a blog the other day after much peer pressure.

www.domfoolery.blogspot.com

I actually like it, probably because its her talking smack about Gab.

However, due to high demand (from Caitlyn) I blog again.

Walking around Spencer Street last week on my lunch break when I found myself crossing the road with a "wheelchair bum". 

How the hell did a homeless person obtain a wheelchair?

Did he pay for it by selling drawings he was doing on the sidewalk with his pee?

I mean, you could tell he was homeless, I'm not just being mean to a man in a wheelchair, I could see the bugs crawling on his skin and he was wearing 2 different shoes, he was homeless.

He was wheeling across the road to meet up with two more "wheelchair bums", so now they have a gang? 

Imagine if they chased you! I don't know if I would be running from them or the smell. 

I didn't care that there was a cluster of homeless men in wheelchairs, the thing that shocked me was what the original wheelchair bum was doing.

He was wearing a sweater with the double hand pockets in the front, like a hoodie with the joined hand warmer pocket thing. In his hand warmer pocket thing he had dozens, and I mean, dozens of cigarette butts. 

You're already homeless man, why do you need to go out and purposely make yourself smell worse then you already do!  

What the fuck?

Staying connected with people I pretty much hate.

My sister got a blog today.

http://www.gabisunoriginal.blogspot.com/.

Have a read. The title says it all though. (Just kidding Gab, now you should link me).


I got my car back. It keeps making funny noises so I am thinking it may not be entirely safe to drive just yet. However, when I got in it, it had a funny smell and all the seats were sitting as far back as possible. It was towed to the mechanics, the last person to drive it was me and all the work that needed to be done was operated under the hood. Why were all my seats back and the car smell like musk?
Mechanic sex! thats disgusting but the only thing I can conclude. I feel like I should have plastic bags in the seat.

I hate facebook.
People I never spoke too have started to add me as their "friend".
Do we hang out? Do we share clothes and talk about boys? No, we're not friends, even in cyberspace.
I guess cyberspace opens a new definition of "friendship". People whom you have met, one time, maybe two? then there are people who are "friends" of your "friends" they are the worst cyber friends.
Just because I have something in common with someone you know doesnt mean that we will have something in common with each other.

I think the worst part is when people you hate and never talk too have like, 49 common friends as you and then you check who they are and they are people that you both never spoke too in high school! Since when is it okay to be friends online and not in real life? I still hate and I'm pretty sure you still hate me.

When you see these people in the street or at the pub can you officially speak to them on a friendly basis? tell them you've missed them and you like their sweater? no, you cannot, I learnt that the hard way. The worst part is, even though said person shrugged me off, the didn't delete me from their facebook friends!

The more facebook friends you have the cooler you are? I thought that was myspace so you could add heaps of hack bands and look like you are super scene. Facebook was supposed to be a more personal network.
And now you can see exactly what everyone says to everyone else, how is that personal? I can see when you have been bitching about your friends, they can even see it!

Becoming a fan of something, whats that about? You can become a fan of dirt, as in the mineral, not the show. In real life you wouldn't be a fan of "dirt". Would you go to a Dirt Convention? Maybe if you were a gardener or something but because its funny, you are a Facebook Fan of Dirt.

Still, I am friends with everyone from my graduation class, and the one below me and I am a fan of Skittles and Cheese, I just cannot get enough of the pointlessness.

Don't add me. SJ x

I Blame Twilight.

Not having a car is painful. I am currently missing the Press Colour show.
It gives me more time dwell and hate people, what I like to do best.
It also keeps me locked inside when I have things to do.

I found out the timing belt or whatever was broken, possibly a costly fix. I find out tomorrow and hopefully receive the bloody piece of junk back.

I start working in the city tomorrow which involves an hour train ride with the hope it doesnt get delayed and I am late for my first day. Perhaps I will grab the one that gets me there 40 minutes early. That also makes me an extreme eager beaver. This week has taught me not to trust machines - ever.

I came home today to find Caitlyn laying in my bed, needless to say, I was pretty shocked. I don't remember leaving her there. She was, however, visiting to borrow my New Moon book. Another person on the Twilight bandwagon.

I hate all you little bitches who think that everyone who has started to read Twilight after the film was released is a sell out. Shouldn't you be happy that because of us "sell outs" there is enough money to make the following films and publish more bullshit "behind the scene" books.
I think you're all just greedy little bitches who need to suck it up. Twilight actually mostly sucks anyway. Read a real book or watch a real vampire movie, like Buffy.

On another note.


This is I Blame Coco.
www.myspace.com/iblamecoco.

I'm not sure how I came across her but I am thankful to whichever higher power led me there.

"I Blame Coco" (the song) and "The Constant"
are stand out tracks which are apparently coming out on an album she is currently recording in Jamaca. Thats pretty sweet.
She's Stings daughter, I found that out after I found her.

Anyway, thats pretty much all I have to say this evening. Oh, Rhiannon, I mentioned you. Enjoy the glory.

The Sarah Silverman Show is about to start. Last week she was a lesbian, this week, something regarding children's benefits and batteries.

x SJ

Fuck Karma.

Dear blog, 

I don't usually use the internet for much more then social networking, ticket purchases and celebrity gossip until my sisters, whom I am yet to thank, linked me to the most amazing website I had ever read.

www.fmylife.com -  you may have heard of it.

Basically, people from all over the globe post their embarrassing and humiliating stories for everyone else to laugh at. 

For three days straight I read every single post on the whole website. People discovering they were adopted when taking blood tests, being walked in on during sexual activities with the cousin you didn't know you had and (my personal favourites) being dumped by your boyfriend - for your brother.

This website is full of them. 

Even if they are false, I don't care! 90% of this shit would make amazing screenplays! They are utterly tragic! I'm pretty sure the idea for Star Wars came from this one...

Today, I found out the girl I have been sleeping with is my biological sister...then my best friend was killed by a stormtrooper. FLM 

I think karma came around.

Today, my car broke down in the middle lane of the highway during peak hour in the factory district. Fuck My Life.

It did restore my faith in humanity, I'll give the experience that. Two men pulled over and helped me get my car on the side of the road. If I was stronger and less intimidated I would repay the favor to someone someday. 

Its going to cost me lots of money to repair the hunk of junk. Goodbye New York.

x SJ