:(: August 2007 Archives

Yesterday, my bank took out about 20 dollars in service fees, for their month-end cash grab. Feeling violated, I opened up a new account with President's Choice (yes, the people that make food), so I could take advantage of not paying any fees, ever again.

I look forward to calling the Bank of Montreal and telling them to blow it out their ass, or perhaps... to die, with the option of eating shit, before said death.

On my way out, I saw a very elderly man blocking the entrance with his large Mercedes. He was sitting slumped to the left with his hand over his heart and parked diagonally up on the sidewalk. Thinking he may have had a heart attack, I went inside and got an employee out to see if he was alright. False alarm, as the old duffer had just decided to take a nap in his running car, up on the curb, in front of a supermarket.

Lastly, Neil rightly mentions that Wes Anderson's latest, has a trailer. Thank-you Neil.

I happen to have lived with two complete and utter douchebags, who cancelled our internet with about oh... 30 seconds notice (I'm actually not joking about the time given), which was more than mildly inconvenient for a few of the PhD and masters hopefuls in the house.

And me.