Pathetic escape strategies.

I sank so low as to install an ICQ/MSN client and try to find people that can give me new ideas as to how to get out of the city. Unfortunately, as you may have guessed, all I found so far was a bunch of guys trying to jack off in front of their little computer screen. I suppose if I had broadband connection, I could wade through all this inescapable weed without losing so much time - but this is just not an option. It's a time-waster alright - I guess I'll have to wait for a lucky break here too.

Alternatively, since I have no comments on this site, I decided to post my new ICQ number outta here in case anyone wants to talk - not specifically related to whatever I happen to blather about but just in general. I suppose instant messangers can also be used as a sort short-email device - doubling as a chatter.
I used to practice ICQ a lot some 5 years ago, when I was being bored out of my mind in that office job - right now it's pretty much the same crap, except that I am not exactly bored but rather driven mad from all the fucking emptiness outta here. So it's a temporary arrangement I guess - I do need to divert my attention somehow.

Ok, let's see what I can do...

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Btw, yesterday I happened on one particular jack-off guy who is also a full-time grower of pot - that part was pretty interesting, I must admit. I think he uses his grand-father's farm as a cultivation field for his "self-sufficient" smoking habits. I can't really understand the situation with pot laws in our fair country here - the whole thing seems semi-legal but not altogether frowned upon. Go figure. In Vancouver BC they actually sell their stuff in coffeehouses despite whatever lazy police raids. I think the same bending-of-rules is gradually taking off in Quebec. As long as you're not a big cash-oriented trafficker, it doesn't matter to the law - that's what I am getting to understand right now.