Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

I fucking love CCR. I wish I could leave a good job in the city. Go rollin on a river.

In case you're unaware, there has been some ruckus over in Ontario recently. See, prostitution has always been 100% legal in Canada. What was illegal, was living off the profits of it, advertising for it, and doing it in a public or private place. Therefore, it was virtually impossible to pull it off legally. On September 28th, some shit stirred up and these laws were stuck down, making it safe and awesome to participate in sexual activities for money. Fuck yeah. Now I know there are gonna be a ton of people who disagree with the decision, but part of it is just a lack of education. No matter how you feel, whether it be for moral reasons or religious reasons or whatever, its impossible for you to deny the fact that it is the world's oldest profession and it will never ever ever stop. So you might as well regulate and make it safe for those who choose to do it for their profession. This is the main reason why I'm pro legalizing drugs and prostitution. Safety. Safety for those involved and safety for my children. Legalizing prostitution and regulating it will allow sex workers to screen prospective clients, set their own standards and even call the cops when shit gets bad. Less rape, less homicide on street walkers, less street walkers in general. Sure there'll still be street walkers and kiddie hookers but WAAAAAAAAY less then there are now. In Netherlands they legalized it and street whores went from 100% of the hookin' population to 10%. That's a huge decline. Even crime in general went down. If you don't believe me, go research for yourself, but I can assure, I ain't lyin'.

Even after all that, criminalizing prostitution and drugs is a direct violation of human rights. I should be able to use my own god dang body for however I want. Why should the government have a say in what I do to myself? (after I turn 18 of course....there has to be at least one stipulation). Human rights is something I am very passionate about. I want myself and those I love not to ever feel like their not allowed to do something for themselves. If Hayden wants to be a gay junkie, whoring himself out for money so he can afford his Scientology conferences, LET HIM! I may not approve, but who am I to say he can't once he's an adult, capable of making his own fucking decisions???? No one.

If all goes well, I'll be running a successful brothel this time in 2012. Please feel free to come visit!

♥

"Is that your Coke?" - Dad
"Yes" - Me
*crack* *slurp slurp slurp* "Thanks" - Dad
"Aw Dad its pretty much useless now, you took the first sip" - Me
*slurp slurp slurp* - Dad
"Thanks" *slurp slur....* - Me
"Careful! I have a cold. You might catch it. That, and lymphoma" - Dad
*hack, choke, cough, laugh* - Me

This is where my brother and I have been most blessed to take souly after my father. His sense of humour.

We're playing Catch Phrase. Your group gets divided into two teams and sit in a circle, alternating beside each other. You pass around this little electronic timer with a word on it. You say things to help your team guess the word you see. Its my mom's turn. The word is TUNA FISH.

"Its a water animal! Its my favourite white meat!...." - Mom

My brother and I are sitting next to each other, which is abnormal as we're always on the same team. (we just get each other you know?)

"CASEY!!! CASEY!!!!!" (pillow beside his face) "IT'S DAD!!!!!!!!!!"

*hysterical laughter* - Johnathan and I
*Asthma attack* - Johnathan

I love my family.

Like A G6, Like A G6

You know I've always been one to want to talk endlessly about my problems and seek advice from anyone who's willing to give it. I've been extremely privileged to have loads of people in my life willing to be my shoulder to cry on. I even have certain people for certain subjects....but this one, this ONE thing that I REALLY need to discuss....there is no shoulder. Not even you Blog. I've never had this feeling before where I'm lost and lonely and seeking desperately for someone I can talk to. I can't talk to anyone because the subject is extremely controversial and I will undoubtedly be judged and ridiculed. I can't imagine anyone going through life feeling this way, like there is no one there for them. It sucks! I just want to tell someone what's going on so they can tell me what to do. It could be the "hollywood" fantasy you know. The, "everything will work out, you just need to tell them how you feel" and then everyone's happy in the end fantasy. That will not happen. No one will be happy. Stupid human's and their stupid feelings. Ruin everything.

Everyone keeps dying. Like, people around me are all dropping like flies. I never knew anyone who died until I was like 18. Then people started dying like once a year, a couple times a year and now every other month. Soon its gonna be every other week. Soon I'm going to have to book my holidays around funerals. My work is beginning to think the "funeral" excuse is getting kind of old. My boss yesterday said, "What is with you and people dying all the time?" I don't fucking know. Leave me alone. He died from liver cancer. He was just diagnosed a few months ago. "Casey, don't think about it." Is your dad dying? Is your mother going crazy and seeking attention for her fucking osteoporosis as if its some life threatening disease like CANCER? Are you forced to ignore your dad's ailments whenever she walks in the room? Is your relationship with her a fucking joke? Everytime you're near her is it like a living, breathing, horrible nightmare of lies and false EVERYTHING? No? THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP. My once perfect, tight knit, close, loving family is falling apart. The one thing I could always hold on to, and even brag about, is gone. "Yeah my family is super close, we all really love each other, I'm really lucky" Bullshit. Even my sister is distant (in her defense, she's pretty fucking busy all the time). And my brother is an asshole. I don't have anyone left and they ARE STILL ALIVE. At this point I am really jealous of anyone who grew up with a fucked up family. At least it couldn't get any worse. At least you weren't teased with love and respect. At least your mother always hated you, didn't just start randomly because you decided to start thinking for yourself. I'm still a kid you know, I'm still your child, even if I'm 27. I still need my mommy. I still need you to treat me like you treat my kids. I hate bringing my kids to you so you can be excited and hug them genuinely and tell them how proud you are of them while I just sit there wondering where exactly I fucked up so I could fix it and have you love me again.

Okay so that mother rant was really not intentional....oops. No that is not the controversial subject I was talking about. You should know that. I've ranted about her several times. I'm fucking tired as hell.