Happy glutton day to all you Canucks... even though it's today we had our dinner last night, since, well, my parents took off on me to some other function today (nice eh?). The fishy was dandy, I'm glad I thought of it... conversations included some Smallville, the days when we used to go to my Godmother's place/store all the time, and how much I look like a Chinese person... oh, but the biggest thing was Scott telling me that Victoria Terrace (the movie theatre I whored myself at for 5 years) is shutting down for good at the end of this week. I couldn't believe it... I guess I do kinda care, I mean I only grew up there for bloody sake's. I started out there as this little scrawny kid with a cracking voice, into a taller, but still scrawny (what's wrong with having a slight frame anyway?...), jackass with a deep-ass voice... alot of good memories, but thrice as much bullshit (if you like drama, neuroticism, being held at gunpoint (ok well that only happened once, but fook moi, THAT sucked... err, bad visions... shit...), or if you're just a plain ol' masochist, you should've worked there).