My apologies in advance to Coolio. But, there ain't no party like a fascist party, 'cause a fascist party don't stop*

So it would seem that after a bit of gentle coaxing my good friend the manSage has launched his blog, tiny little fascist. Go and read it!

A background of sorts if you will.

If drac was to ever enter into a same-sex relationship with someone who lived on a different continent from him, manSage would be the one to do that with. Like mein own dear lover Sage he exhibits a few indispensable talents. Like the ability to do rudimentary mathematics.

Mostly, when it comes to taking care of bills and tips, the receipts are handed over thataway. Because. Um. Well. I can't do math. Once when we were at Global Towers he discovered that we had been billed for 70 Elephant House Ginger Beers. I like to knock the EGB back as much as the rest of them, but I probably would've paid the bill and left none the wiser if it wasn't for his Shylock-like bent. Let's not get into the time where he saved me a whole TWENTY-FIVE Rupees at Perera and Sons. I don't think the world is ready for that story yet.

So while my last two posts from Sri Lanka were totally emotastic, I must say that the newly minted tiny little fascist (aka the manSage) helped me keep my sanity as did my lover. But that's a given ;)

Real blog post coming up. And if you see "micro mini marcos" (as in Imelda Marcos) cropping up on tiny little fascist, don't be alarmed 'tis really me. Thought I'd go along with the theme of wee little leaders just for fun. Keep your eyes peeled for "itty bitty amin," I hear he's a real dick.

*For the uninitiated, it's from "Sumpin' New"

meh.

gah.

That seems to be all I can muster these days.

Heading back home to Toronto in a few days. I have said good-bye to Colombo so many times but I don’t think anything will compare to the one I’m prepping myself for. The complacency that I’ve found myself in has started to become a wee bit stifling, not just to a level of mild annoyance, but to the point where I’m actually a bit frightened.

Thorn and Alby are packing up to head off to London and Korea for an undisclosed period of time. That shit’s exciting yo.

Me? What am I up to? Pursuing an English degree that should’ve been my primary focus years ago and potentially coming back to Colombo in January.

OoOo Exciting. I hope you can sense the sarcasm reverberating through the internets kids. Because believe me, I can feel it.

I used to be the one who would dream up grand and elaborate schemes, relate them to you, have you blink back at me in wild bewilderment and then watch me in abject horror while I left, did and got everything I wanted.

But wtf has happened to me now?!

Aside from some humorous incidents, a few unfortunate mindf*cks, and engagement in a bit of suspect behavior, this time in Sri Lanka has been meh at best. The novelty has completely worn off, there is nothing new on offer in Colombo. You know things are bad when your boss tells you to get out while you still have your sanity.

Sometimes when I’m in the throes of depression and bitterly complaining due to the lack of interesting people my own age to hang out with and things to do you sadists will inform me of your summer happenings in sunny Toronto. (Seriously. You’ve got to stop doing that you bastards.) Before that was okay, I could handle it. While you were eating street meat and gearing up for concerts I’d be dodging dysentery and food poisoning, which was fun because it was so incredibly far removed from my own reality.

The thing is, I’m pretty fortunate. I often get told that my combination of degrees will make me one of the more well read and erudite Tim Horton’s employees, but truth be told I do believe that the field work I’ve done will lend itself to work elsewhere, not limited to Sri Lanka. And with that in mind along with everything else, I’m wondering if it’s worthwhile being friendless and miserable in Sri Lanka, or whether my angst is better spent being friendless and irritatingly excited in some other foreign shit hole.

Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.