10 August 2011

Tonight shall be a meeting of hearts and minds as a small group of Toronto Satanists shall be meeting on my roof-top patio. It should all be fine so long as nobody punches the newfie pot dealer guy out like Rick's bike courier friends did when they were here. Guess I shall soon need to pull myself together, bathe, and head over to the beer store. Got a cart full of beer bottles to return. No need to clean my bedroom as I have no intent on bringing anybody in here.

Life is a challenging experience, but I get through by having an extremely negative attitude. I never believe any experience is going to be too fabulous, so I'm never let down. But, I am kind of feeling rather pleased and assured that a Satanist meet-up will be a good thing. It truly doesn't matter what goes wrong, as I know that at least 2 other people will be here and I will have beer to drink. I just hope none of the annoying people from the building are out there.

Last night that big guy Justin, about the size of a hippopotamus, starts hassling me about burning stuff on the barbeque in the hallway. I'm on the verge of telling him where to go. Usually my Libra Ascendent characteristics lend me tact, diplomacy, and peace-loving tendencies. I remember Sue telling me the other day that she called this fat Justin guy every name in the book when she was drinking and last night I wished that she had been around to put him in his place again. After this I decided to track down his profile on a mutual friends list and block him. I have suspicions that he is the prank caller who has me not wanting to answer my phone. Of course, it's not just the prank caller. It's also that guy who molested me on a debaucherous evening who hasn't taken a hint that I am not interested in and then this persistent middle eastern fellow from Kensington who keeps calling and asking me out for beer. Sadly, I have also been avoiding some dear friends too because I just don't want to hear anymore about these wearable mermaid tails she wants to get.

Tonight should be a load of fun. Any excuse to sit out and drink beer is. I have earned it. I've avoided the drink for long enough. I just hope that stinky fat slob who has made crude and vulgur sexual advances on me doesn't sit out there tonight and ruin the party. He was referring to the day I burnt my sacrifice on the barbeque more than a year ago as a curse against about 20 people. People sent me names of people they wanted hexed and I did my job. So, I guess Justin has been snooping on my profile and found pictures of me burning the bread man and has decided to power trip on me. God, he is the most repulsive person in the entire building. Can't believe he came in here and suggested he would pay his beer tab off with me through sex. As if I want to be suffocated and drowned by his foul smelling blubber.

Why doesn't he go tell Jay to not burn stuff on the barbeque? Jay was out there burning papers much more recently than I was. This paper burning incident is why Sue has decided Jay is really strange. She made a comment 'Burning the evidence?' and he said 'Exactly.' I wonder what the hell he was burning. Sue says he put the smouldering mess in the garbage can and she pointed out that somebody would be able to get their hands on it and read it. He pulled it out of the garbage quickly and took it with him. Sue regretted opening her mouth because she could have found out what he was burning if she had just kept quiet. Anyway, anytime I say that Jay's cute, Sue says 'but weird' and that's how it goes.

Anyway, sports fans, I've got to go and get beer and stuff. Got to pretify my physique and figure out what clothes still fit me and all. Don't do anything too trashy while I'm away. Remember I am always judging you. Have a good day and be careful for those ants in the pants. Smoke a joint and forget about me. I am lost in the world of Satan worship and not really interested in all the light seekers of this world and others. I be on my way, and may you all hate he who I hate. I love thee and good bye.