Next time just pay the fucking ticket...

Mondays fucking suck. Basically you're as far away from the weekend as you can get and traffic is usually the worst. If you ask me, everyday should be friday so I can go drinking at Crush. However , I didn't go to work today as I had a few things that HAD to get done. Later in the afternoon, Tapper and I went to court so he could make a feeble attempt at fighting his jaywalking ticket. I know what you're thinking: Who the fuck gets a jaywalking ticket? Exactly. So Ryan was hanging his hopes on the cop's poor grammar. He wrote on the ticket that Ryan was guilty of "failing to cross the street in an illegal manner", which of course is perfectly fine. Only thing is, Ryan lost his copy of the ticket and the cop changed the original. The crown said that poor grammar isn't just cause to throw out the ticket anyway, so the poor guy not only had to pay the ticket, but he wasted his afternoon. Come to think of it, he wasted my afternoon too. The bastard. Fuck, I'll get him.

Weather is warming a bit. I can totally get into these chinooks. I put off doing laundry so I should at least go to the gym so I can say I wasn't totally lazy. Plus I always feel much better after the gym. By the way Jessica, if you're reading this at work: HAHA I'm at home! But thanks for buying me breakfast. POW!!