good day? bad day?

today was mostly uneventful as (mentioned in prior blog) i was hiding from the world today...

ASSHOLE OF THE DAY:

not sure...there were several, i'd say...at some point today i heard a shit load of angry horns from cars and trucks outside our townhouse complex and folks yelling in angry tones...so, yeah, several assholes of the day today

NICE PERSON OF THE DAY:

hands down, The Boy, my/our son...he knows when to make me laugh when i need it and he's an awesome cook

PEACEFUL MOMENT OF THE DAY:

sitting at my 'puter with a fresh cup of French Press enjoying the brief silence before all the fucking noises of the day start

STRESSFUL MOMENT OF THE DAY:

hearing the constant banging shit noise from next door...it just never fucking stops, even during the day

WORST MEMORY OF THE DAY:

really? can't think of one? guess not today

BEST MEMORY OF THE DAY:

my wife's sexy look in my direction

good day? bad day?

since today is seemingly a write-off as i decided to turn around and come back home and hide from the world rather than face the daily nasty grind of Toronto, i'll reflect back on yesterday as a start...

ASSHOLE OF THE DAY:

dude...i've been standing on this platform for almost 5 minutes now, waiting for the subway train...really, who the fuck are you to just shove your ugly ass in front of me out of nowhere and enter the subway car first??? you're rude and arrogant and now you proved yourself to be an asshole

NICE PERSON OF THE DAY (aside from my wifey and son):

Mariela...thank you for saying, with your Spanish accent, "when you mention about getting hot flashes it only means that you are hot-looking"

PEACEFUL MOMENT OF THE DAY:

falling asleep while the rain, soft thunder and lightning continue outside the open window

STRESSFUL MOMENT(s) OF THE DAY:

1. bus ride home...trying to get out of the fucking bus at my stop through throngs of people who just HAVE to block the exits

2. finally had enough noise stress from the screaming kids and barking dogs, loudly heard through CLOSED windows, to force me to hide in our bedroom upstairs

WORST MEMORY OF THE DAY:

the fishy stench from IT dude's lunch and his slamming the microwave door shut just above my head...fuck, he's such a loser

BEST MEMORY OF THE DAY:

the lasting feeling of my wife's soft, warm lips from her kiss when she drops me off at the station