Spinning like a stationary bike

January has me whirling about in a crap shoot of sorts. I’ve been a non-stop action flick, and even though I’ve tried desperately to find a plot, there doesn’t seem to be one. However, it has been ALL ACTION, ALL THE TIME!!!

A few points to ponder:

1) Why the hell are all Montreal bar owners such sketchy assholes? Once again, I’m bartending/waitressing a few nights a week in a Montreal bar, and even though I had such high hopes for this one (such as the possibility of working in a harassment-free, reliable and honest atmosphere) the auspices do not bode well. I keep getting flashbacks to bell hook’s All About Love, in which she describes working in night clubs, pubs and restaurants while working on her thesis, and then her first book. She laments having had to work in places that do not operate under an ethic of love. I’m considering calling up bell hooks to ask if she’s willing to hire a research assistant who’s willing to work for nothing but an ethic of love. (and room and  board, of course)
2) Why are Montreal bar regulars such sketchy assholes too? Last night, someone tipped me a tablet of Extacy and invited me to join him at a strip club after my shift. I kindly suggested that he go alone. He’s have more fun, and less mace in his eyes.

3) Why does setting up a new apartment take so long and cost so much? I love this new place. All that’s left to finalize is the set-up in my massive new bedroom. All of my stuff- which used to look so cramped in the old apartment- now looks like hobbit furniture in an auditorium. I  can definitely afford to get a bigger desk…

4) Why do wood-burning fireplaces and orange shag carpets go so well together? I believe that this question can obviously afford to stand on its own.