I should have taken Cheryl shopping more often: she was always unfulfilled.
I should have beaten that customer to death rather than pretending I cared. Fuck all those customers. Their time is coming. Come, taste death, assholes.
I am glad I managed to clean the bathroom each week. My toilet was always crystalline perfection. Who’s going to clean it now?
Tomatoes are on sale for 1.59 per lb this week. One should never miss deals like this. We find the heroic in the everyday.
Yes! I closed the McKellar deal and managed that account! So deeply satisfied. Death is easier now.
Wasted time waiting for cabs, busses, flights and rides. Did I make use of the time? Consciousness became time. I waited, only waited. Waiting to die, now.
I wish I had spent more time with the upkeep of the house. That seems so important now.
Not sure what was more pleasant: terminal cancer or those fucking romcoms Cheryl insisted I watch. Yeah, let’s watch Knocked Up again. Sounds fun.
The Queen is not dead. Makes no difference. She has a replacement. Wake up Canada! Dump her. Build your own heritage and future.
If coughing makes me shit, is that bad?
Religion offers no comfort. The morphine drip does. Death rarely comes at the right time but at least I'm high.
How much alcohol did I drink? Certainly three bottles a week for nearly four decades. 6240 bottles not including the good stuff. Good time for a drink.
Glad to have spent most Sunday dinners with Cheryl’s distasteful family. 22 years of unspoken bitterness. More indigestible than her mother’s food.
Dying with Mr. Harper at the helm is gratifying. Strong governance, fiscally conservative and socially progressive. Canadians are blessed.
The DSC. Their words and images I shall always remember. Well, at least until I am dead, which apparently won’t be long now. To blog is to live.
How much time did I spend waiting for Cheryl? Was it years? Late for every event. Always fucking late. Dying early, that’s my revenge.
I’ll miss the opening of the CMHR. The history of the oppression of the world’s people presented in Friendly Manitoba. ‘Welcome to MB, would you like to see some pictures of genocide?’