Friday, December 30, 2005

a story of a man with no internal editor...

this is peter and his mom. when i was still in his good books. but then he became a complete dick. i had, incidently, drove he and darryl all the way to penticton just because i was a great neighbour.


a man with no internal editor...who should get one.

let me tell you a little story. and along the way examples of when to use the internal editor.

we all know or should know the rules of the road. the raod we all navigate day to day. the rules are many but today we're going to concentrate on the rules as they apply to conversations between people. we can all tell, or should be able to tell, when something we've heard or been told is something that should be repeated or has been told in trust. like a secret. or just something to not be repeated. just cause. some people don't get this.

i have had some trouble with this in the past. my ex-neighbour peter has no internal editor. he eavesdrops and repeats things, horns in on others conversations, adding his, usually unwanted, two cents. he's like a little old lady. he has said things to others that i have said but never really as it was really said or the manner in which it was said. he's an idiot. he has made poeple feel badly for no reason. he, for some reason, likes to get people going against each other.

i recently went into the salon where he works, and where i get my hair cut, and was telling stories as i usually do. i suppose on one such visit...actually, this is a long story and it involves more people and i'll just leave it be. suffice to say, nothing i said that day was anything i wouldn't and haven't said to the people involved to them in person. make sense? sure. but peter has a big fuckin' mouth. peter likes to gossip. peter is an old fuckin' lady. peter needs more bran in his diet. peter needs to get a fuckin' life. i have given him the benefit of the doubt for a long time, but no more. i'd sooner piss on him than look at him.

whee... i feel better now.

have a great day....

garn xoxo

ps...nothing else really happened today. went to voltage, the island, saw drunk larry, bought some stuff to make real mac and cheese... good times...

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