Hey everyone. Firstly I would like to apologize for taking so damn long to write to you all. It's been a long March, full of change and generally good times. My hatred keeps on decreasing as well, nothing has REALLY pissed me off for a bit now. Kinda sad...I know. I have to keep this one short but I will share with you all that I am moving into my new house tommorow. I'm pretty excited! Me, Joel, Linds, Trez & Ryan will make 276 Lancaster Drive our bitch, if at all possible. Other than that, things are going generally good, new and great things keep popping into my life and that makes me happy! That being said, until I experience some hatred..I'm taking a hiatus. Signing off now before you barf at all this happy talk....
Take care.
Jason
Friday, March 30, 2007
Friday, March 2, 2007
February 2007: A Recap
Welcome back everyone, to a blog that has been...well...a LONG time coming. I can't believe it's taken me over a month to write about all my craziness of late. All that being said...let the madness ensue...
Strike One
It all begins with a sad, sad losing streak. It pretty much begins at the New Years, but rehashing New Years is like kicking someone when there down. We don't want to do that. So lets fast forward to say...mid-February. It was a chilly Thursday night, and I had just gotten off work at BP's and I was turning onto 32nd street when all of a sudden I just heard glass breaking. Next thing you know there's a hole in my window and I'm screaming like a girl. I thought someone had tried to shoot a gun at my truck, but luckily for me (yes luckily cause I'm certain someone in this sad world hates me enough to shoot me) it was just a rock.
Strike Two
The very next day, truckless and all my good friend Jenna was kind enough to drive me around for the day with all my work etc. I get picked up from Weatherford and taken to BP's for another night of the "glory hole" and when she drives me home from work that night, what do you know...Jason has no key's to his house. That's right. Vehicleless and now keyless, clearly it was not going to be a good weekend for this poor bastard.
Strike Three
Now Saturday night approaches, and what do you know, it's Ruben's birthday. We took the kid out to supper and everything was going just great, until someone pulled out the fireworks. That's correct, fireworks set off right outside of my landlords window. Which resulted in an eviction notice. How tragic. Well, we were partying already so we might as well make the best of it and get REALLY drunk. I'm talking blackout I don't know how we got to the bar drunk. And thats what I was. It was great. Except that I my night apparently(I saw apparently cause I am going by the stories I've been told) ends with me dancing with some 50-plus-need-to-put-a-bag-over-her-face cougar. Yuck...Oh...and we only had a home for two weeks.
However, me and Joel got on the house hunt almost immediately, and after a couple days of searching I had found a place. We didn't get it but he had another that would be ready for April 1st. We thought we had cut a deal with our landlord and the losing streak was over until this past Sunday(the 25th of Feb) when our landlords knocked on our door at 1:30 and told us we had to go....right after the day before we had confirmed we were good to go for another month. Which is all it was ever supposed to be. So that brings me to where I am now, stressed to shit, sleeping on Jenna's couch with all my shit in storage. The only positive of this is that I get to move into my new house in April. Yay. Other than that. Pathetic. I know this isn't very hateful...but it's a good story for you to all read and learn from. Don't be like me!
Strike One
It all begins with a sad, sad losing streak. It pretty much begins at the New Years, but rehashing New Years is like kicking someone when there down. We don't want to do that. So lets fast forward to say...mid-February. It was a chilly Thursday night, and I had just gotten off work at BP's and I was turning onto 32nd street when all of a sudden I just heard glass breaking. Next thing you know there's a hole in my window and I'm screaming like a girl. I thought someone had tried to shoot a gun at my truck, but luckily for me (yes luckily cause I'm certain someone in this sad world hates me enough to shoot me) it was just a rock.
Strike Two
The very next day, truckless and all my good friend Jenna was kind enough to drive me around for the day with all my work etc. I get picked up from Weatherford and taken to BP's for another night of the "glory hole" and when she drives me home from work that night, what do you know...Jason has no key's to his house. That's right. Vehicleless and now keyless, clearly it was not going to be a good weekend for this poor bastard.
Strike Three
Now Saturday night approaches, and what do you know, it's Ruben's birthday. We took the kid out to supper and everything was going just great, until someone pulled out the fireworks. That's correct, fireworks set off right outside of my landlords window. Which resulted in an eviction notice. How tragic. Well, we were partying already so we might as well make the best of it and get REALLY drunk. I'm talking blackout I don't know how we got to the bar drunk. And thats what I was. It was great. Except that I my night apparently(I saw apparently cause I am going by the stories I've been told) ends with me dancing with some 50-plus-need-to-put-a-bag-over-her-face cougar. Yuck...Oh...and we only had a home for two weeks.
However, me and Joel got on the house hunt almost immediately, and after a couple days of searching I had found a place. We didn't get it but he had another that would be ready for April 1st. We thought we had cut a deal with our landlord and the losing streak was over until this past Sunday(the 25th of Feb) when our landlords knocked on our door at 1:30 and told us we had to go....right after the day before we had confirmed we were good to go for another month. Which is all it was ever supposed to be. So that brings me to where I am now, stressed to shit, sleeping on Jenna's couch with all my shit in storage. The only positive of this is that I get to move into my new house in April. Yay. Other than that. Pathetic. I know this isn't very hateful...but it's a good story for you to all read and learn from. Don't be like me!
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
American Idol Critics
Let me start this blog by linking you guys to what fuelled it:
http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/02/05/apontv.americanidol.ap/index.html
For those of you who are too lazy to read it, the article basically says American Idol exploits the untalented schmucks and thats all the show has going for it. And you know what, I totally agree...but so what!?
I think exploiting people on national television is the best thing ever for these rejects. As if the people go on that show the way they do thinking they are actually going to make it. If they really do, they deserve to be exploited the way they are. If you have the time..watch this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klLcui60qho
All of you self-righteous people need to shut up and let the rest of the normal world enjoy what is true comedy. I love reality-tv because it shows how truly stupid people like you are. And by you, I mean you shitty self-loving creeps that make a big deal out of every little thing that happens to get your 15 minutes of fame. You're no different than the American Idol rejects so leave well enough alone and LET ME LAUGH DAMNIT!!! If you don't find national exploitation funny, I want you to have this webpage blocked from your internet because your shitty eyes dont deserve to read on.
Who in their right mind would actually think that with the lack of talent they have, like this guy, that they would EVER make it on the show. They go on there and audition with their shittiness so they can be exploited. It's their 15 minutes of fame, let them have it...because it's probably going to be the highlight of his life someday. I dunno, if it was me, I would probably write a POSITIVE blog to you guys bragging about how bad Simon cut me down. I think it would be the funniest thing ever. Plus he wouldn't cut me down because of my far superior singing skills *barf*.
Anyways...thats all for now. Perhaps later on I will tell you about my plan to take over the world...
Jason
http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/02/05/apontv.americanidol.ap/index.html
For those of you who are too lazy to read it, the article basically says American Idol exploits the untalented schmucks and thats all the show has going for it. And you know what, I totally agree...but so what!?
I think exploiting people on national television is the best thing ever for these rejects. As if the people go on that show the way they do thinking they are actually going to make it. If they really do, they deserve to be exploited the way they are. If you have the time..watch this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klLcui60qho
All of you self-righteous people need to shut up and let the rest of the normal world enjoy what is true comedy. I love reality-tv because it shows how truly stupid people like you are. And by you, I mean you shitty self-loving creeps that make a big deal out of every little thing that happens to get your 15 minutes of fame. You're no different than the American Idol rejects so leave well enough alone and LET ME LAUGH DAMNIT!!! If you don't find national exploitation funny, I want you to have this webpage blocked from your internet because your shitty eyes dont deserve to read on.
Who in their right mind would actually think that with the lack of talent they have, like this guy, that they would EVER make it on the show. They go on there and audition with their shittiness so they can be exploited. It's their 15 minutes of fame, let them have it...because it's probably going to be the highlight of his life someday. I dunno, if it was me, I would probably write a POSITIVE blog to you guys bragging about how bad Simon cut me down. I think it would be the funniest thing ever. Plus he wouldn't cut me down because of my far superior singing skills *barf*.
Anyways...thats all for now. Perhaps later on I will tell you about my plan to take over the world...
Jason
The Zoo..aka Boston Pizza
Wow, it has been a whole week or so since I wrote for you all. And for that I apologize...if that works...because I hope my hatred is as entertaining for you as it is for me. But why waste time typing out apologies and explaining myself to you when I could spend it spewing filthy golden hatred out of my mouth...and with that...it begins...
I don't even know where to start here really, I have so much angst towards that place it's not even funny. It really is the place I love to hate. There is a select few amungst these pitiful farm animals that are cool people, and you know who you are because you're not banned from my house and I actually treat you with half the respect and dignity you deserve. To the rest of you:
Tammie:
You are a nice girl, but I'm sorry...that's the only thing you have going for you. You suck at your job, and when I had heard you phoned in drunk and quit the other day, I rejoiced in celebration. Only to have to take it back the next day when I found out you went to work. Serving is truly not your calling in life. I think your starting to realize that, but for the love of god let someone else who CAN, do your job. And as Casper so eloquently puts it....."MOOOOOOO!"
Cody:
Dood, you just plain suck. Of anyone at Boston Pizza, I really hope you are the one to see this blog. You too, are an awful server. You need to move on to a new restaurant because the "No Cody Zone" that was developed Monday night has now expanded to include the entire restaurant. I also want you to know that your presence here has not been very well received, and maybe thats due to the fact that your a whiney, lying, shitty pants. Thats right..I said it..."Mr. I-Can-Serve-Whatever-Anyone-Gives-Me" shits his pants...on the job. Queer. 'Nuff said.
Emily:
Even though your gone you still haunt the Cesspool that is Boston Pizza. Your presence at the Christmas party was rather UNWELCOME and I heard you looked like a clown. Do us all a favor...stay in Camrose. Thanks.
Jen "Herpe" Hermary:
5 head. You just plain don't deserve to live. Go back to wherever you came from.
Victoria:
I didn't even hate you that much...but when you got my friend Joel fired...it exploded. Thats what gets you here. Your lie and tattle and screw people over so you can get into the beloved lounge. So...ya remember that time you took a dessert and wanted to pay me for it, and I told you to just take it. Ya, I totally ratted you out for that. That was my full intention the entire time. Idiot.
Toshita:
First of all, what kinda of name is that?? When I run the world people with that name will be segregated and ridiculed...for having a shitty name. You have way too much attitude for a new employee and you have no idea what you are doing, besides pissing everyone off. Do yourself a favor...quit...NOW.
The Customers:
I don't know what people are thinking coming into Boston Pizza expecting 5 star service. You definitly chose the wrong place. From about 20% of the serving staff there you may get that, but the odds that any one of us are working that day are slim to none since we know enough to make ourselves as unavailable to that place as humanly possible. You act as if your eating a meal from the Red Stone. Well if you want that kind of quality & service, why don't you go there you cheap bastards? And to go the other way with this, when you get the quality and service you deserve from the few of us that can provide it, maybe you need to learn how to compensate it adequately. $5 on a 100-200$ tab is unreasonable and people like you need to be banned from eating out. If your that cheap cook for yourself and stay home. Assholes.
If any of you disagree with what I've written, I expect a full rebuttle posted in the comments, and even when you do put it there, you'll still be wrong and I'll still be right. Thats just how this thing works. And for those of you who were smart enough to read on....there is another blog coming....TODAY!
I don't even know where to start here really, I have so much angst towards that place it's not even funny. It really is the place I love to hate. There is a select few amungst these pitiful farm animals that are cool people, and you know who you are because you're not banned from my house and I actually treat you with half the respect and dignity you deserve. To the rest of you:
Tammie:
You are a nice girl, but I'm sorry...that's the only thing you have going for you. You suck at your job, and when I had heard you phoned in drunk and quit the other day, I rejoiced in celebration. Only to have to take it back the next day when I found out you went to work. Serving is truly not your calling in life. I think your starting to realize that, but for the love of god let someone else who CAN, do your job. And as Casper so eloquently puts it....."MOOOOOOO!"
Cody:
Dood, you just plain suck. Of anyone at Boston Pizza, I really hope you are the one to see this blog. You too, are an awful server. You need to move on to a new restaurant because the "No Cody Zone" that was developed Monday night has now expanded to include the entire restaurant. I also want you to know that your presence here has not been very well received, and maybe thats due to the fact that your a whiney, lying, shitty pants. Thats right..I said it..."Mr. I-Can-Serve-Whatever-Anyone-Gives-Me" shits his pants...on the job. Queer. 'Nuff said.
Emily:
Even though your gone you still haunt the Cesspool that is Boston Pizza. Your presence at the Christmas party was rather UNWELCOME and I heard you looked like a clown. Do us all a favor...stay in Camrose. Thanks.
Jen "Herpe" Hermary:
5 head. You just plain don't deserve to live. Go back to wherever you came from.
Victoria:
I didn't even hate you that much...but when you got my friend Joel fired...it exploded. Thats what gets you here. Your lie and tattle and screw people over so you can get into the beloved lounge. So...ya remember that time you took a dessert and wanted to pay me for it, and I told you to just take it. Ya, I totally ratted you out for that. That was my full intention the entire time. Idiot.
Toshita:
First of all, what kinda of name is that?? When I run the world people with that name will be segregated and ridiculed...for having a shitty name. You have way too much attitude for a new employee and you have no idea what you are doing, besides pissing everyone off. Do yourself a favor...quit...NOW.
The Customers:
I don't know what people are thinking coming into Boston Pizza expecting 5 star service. You definitly chose the wrong place. From about 20% of the serving staff there you may get that, but the odds that any one of us are working that day are slim to none since we know enough to make ourselves as unavailable to that place as humanly possible. You act as if your eating a meal from the Red Stone. Well if you want that kind of quality & service, why don't you go there you cheap bastards? And to go the other way with this, when you get the quality and service you deserve from the few of us that can provide it, maybe you need to learn how to compensate it adequately. $5 on a 100-200$ tab is unreasonable and people like you need to be banned from eating out. If your that cheap cook for yourself and stay home. Assholes.
If any of you disagree with what I've written, I expect a full rebuttle posted in the comments, and even when you do put it there, you'll still be wrong and I'll still be right. Thats just how this thing works. And for those of you who were smart enough to read on....there is another blog coming....TODAY!
Thursday, February 1, 2007
This guy is absolutely insane
I think the part about the thing that swims up your penis and sets up shop and eats you from the inside out would be enough for me.....
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2089-2569693,00.html
This guy is without a doubt going to die. Crazy old basterd. If this guy makes it, and I will keep track of this...I will do something extremely shameful for you all...however since I'm not all that creative it is up to you to suggest stuff to me...but I know I won't have to do it considering he's pretty much guarenteed to die. I'd go as far as betting against him in Vegas!!
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2089-2569693,00.html
This guy is without a doubt going to die. Crazy old basterd. If this guy makes it, and I will keep track of this...I will do something extremely shameful for you all...however since I'm not all that creative it is up to you to suggest stuff to me...but I know I won't have to do it considering he's pretty much guarenteed to die. I'd go as far as betting against him in Vegas!!
Happy February to everyone!
Well, today is February 1st. And what is associated with February that I hate more than anything....
Valentines Day *shudders*
In my opinion, Valentines Day is the most overrated, peice of crap holiday on the calendar year. There isn't one day of the year I hate more....well except Hanukah(Jewish Christmas) but that's a whole other can of worms!(Just kidding just had to throw some Jew hate out there for Kevin the JID...Jew In Denial)
I don't think I need to explain to you guys how retarded it is that Hallmark finds it neccessary to tell you what day you need to show appreciation to your significant other. If you really care about someone that much, you should show them that you appreciate them every chance you get, or when you think they deserve it. People coming to expect this Valentines Day BS(and yes, it is BS) makes me sick to my stomach. And as my little friend Jenna puts it...makes me want to vomit in my mouth.
To make matters worse, I have to serve people on Valentines Day at the "glory hole" that is Boston Pizza. Pretending I care about their shitty marraige proposals and shoving disgusting heart shaped pizza's down each others throats. BLEH!!!
Anyways, as always I've got 'work' to do.
Peacin' out.
Jason
Valentines Day *shudders*
In my opinion, Valentines Day is the most overrated, peice of crap holiday on the calendar year. There isn't one day of the year I hate more....well except Hanukah(Jewish Christmas) but that's a whole other can of worms!(Just kidding just had to throw some Jew hate out there for Kevin the JID...Jew In Denial)
I don't think I need to explain to you guys how retarded it is that Hallmark finds it neccessary to tell you what day you need to show appreciation to your significant other. If you really care about someone that much, you should show them that you appreciate them every chance you get, or when you think they deserve it. People coming to expect this Valentines Day BS(and yes, it is BS) makes me sick to my stomach. And as my little friend Jenna puts it...makes me want to vomit in my mouth.
To make matters worse, I have to serve people on Valentines Day at the "glory hole" that is Boston Pizza. Pretending I care about their shitty marraige proposals and shoving disgusting heart shaped pizza's down each others throats. BLEH!!!
Anyways, as always I've got 'work' to do.
Peacin' out.
Jason
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Welcome! & The Pathological Liar
Well everyone, I would like to welcome you to the place where you can watch me "vent" my hatred. Thank you for taking the time to read up on it! Here you'll catch a slight glimpse into my true inner anger. Should be a good time....let's begin:
First & foremost I would like to focus all attention back onto the scum of the earth that is Paul Reuther. Even without that kid in any of our lives, his name has still surfaced in recent time and I would like to put the preverbial nail in the coffin once and for all. I really hope you get to read this too Paul, because as much as you like to go around spewing the bullshit you do to everyone about how you've been to England 13 times, and how you're so different and with your shitty fake English accent and "slang" from that imbred shithole.....everyone.....and when I use the term everyone I mean everyone that matters.....knows your lying through your crooked British teeth. How about you act like a normal (I don't care what all you non-conformists say either - there is such thing as normal) civilized person and not lie your way through life.
#1) "Ya guys, they made me a Manager at Gullivers".
Uhm, no they didn't you stupid prick, nobody would let you manage anything because you cannot even manage your own shitty life, who would put you in charge of the food hundreds of people eat daily, someone would probably die for Christs' sake! Plus your a fucking thief, you got fired from Sport Mart for stealing from the till, who in their right mind would put you in charge of fucking money!?!
#2) "I've been to England like 13 times"
Actually no you haven't. You have been there twice. One...two. Pretty easy to count to, pretty hard to mess up that count too. And when you do go there, you don't do a fucking thing except mooch of your cousin, whom by the way contacted me looking for the money you owe him from you mooching. And to top it all off, your going there to model and play "football" (and it's fucking SOCCER, your a Canadian, NOT football). Bullshit! You sat on your ass and found a new country to mooch in because everyone here got sick of your lame ass. Plus your "girlfriend" from England...yeah right man. This is too easy.
#3) "I'm puking up blood, I can't work, my brother drove me to the hospital"
Uhm no you weren't puking up blood Paul. You have no medical condition that would cause you to even do that so quit your fucking lying. And to make it even more convincing...your brother drove you to the hospital. Another lie. Your little brothers are barely old enough for a learners if they are even old enough for that let alone a license to drive you. Someone which you lack yourself! Why on earth do people feel the need to lie like this...some peoples children.
And lastley, I'm not even going to quote someone on this, is your amazing talent in the SOCCER and modelling fields. Soccer: you cherry pick at the center line, and then run down the field and mess up 75% of the time. What talent? Maybe if you worked for the ball and ran a little people would think your something special, however you aren't so suck my balls. And this male modelling business...it still comes up...like your big trip to England two summers ago with Raina where you had to get back surgery so you couldn't go. But wait, you got drunk with us that same night! What a brave soldier you are. Or how you've modelled for Old Navy in the States. Another lie. Maybe for Old Navy in a magazine, but to my knowledge you haven't even been to the US and I know you pretty well.
Anyways, I gotta go to class, I could do this all day.
The bottom line: Paul Ruether is a pathological liar.
First & foremost I would like to focus all attention back onto the scum of the earth that is Paul Reuther. Even without that kid in any of our lives, his name has still surfaced in recent time and I would like to put the preverbial nail in the coffin once and for all. I really hope you get to read this too Paul, because as much as you like to go around spewing the bullshit you do to everyone about how you've been to England 13 times, and how you're so different and with your shitty fake English accent and "slang" from that imbred shithole.....everyone.....and when I use the term everyone I mean everyone that matters.....knows your lying through your crooked British teeth. How about you act like a normal (I don't care what all you non-conformists say either - there is such thing as normal) civilized person and not lie your way through life.
#1) "Ya guys, they made me a Manager at Gullivers".
Uhm, no they didn't you stupid prick, nobody would let you manage anything because you cannot even manage your own shitty life, who would put you in charge of the food hundreds of people eat daily, someone would probably die for Christs' sake! Plus your a fucking thief, you got fired from Sport Mart for stealing from the till, who in their right mind would put you in charge of fucking money!?!
#2) "I've been to England like 13 times"
Actually no you haven't. You have been there twice. One...two. Pretty easy to count to, pretty hard to mess up that count too. And when you do go there, you don't do a fucking thing except mooch of your cousin, whom by the way contacted me looking for the money you owe him from you mooching. And to top it all off, your going there to model and play "football" (and it's fucking SOCCER, your a Canadian, NOT football). Bullshit! You sat on your ass and found a new country to mooch in because everyone here got sick of your lame ass. Plus your "girlfriend" from England...yeah right man. This is too easy.
#3) "I'm puking up blood, I can't work, my brother drove me to the hospital"
Uhm no you weren't puking up blood Paul. You have no medical condition that would cause you to even do that so quit your fucking lying. And to make it even more convincing...your brother drove you to the hospital. Another lie. Your little brothers are barely old enough for a learners if they are even old enough for that let alone a license to drive you. Someone which you lack yourself! Why on earth do people feel the need to lie like this...some peoples children.
And lastley, I'm not even going to quote someone on this, is your amazing talent in the SOCCER and modelling fields. Soccer: you cherry pick at the center line, and then run down the field and mess up 75% of the time. What talent? Maybe if you worked for the ball and ran a little people would think your something special, however you aren't so suck my balls. And this male modelling business...it still comes up...like your big trip to England two summers ago with Raina where you had to get back surgery so you couldn't go. But wait, you got drunk with us that same night! What a brave soldier you are. Or how you've modelled for Old Navy in the States. Another lie. Maybe for Old Navy in a magazine, but to my knowledge you haven't even been to the US and I know you pretty well.
Anyways, I gotta go to class, I could do this all day.
The bottom line: Paul Ruether is a pathological liar.
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