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i'm jettin' i'm jettin
i'm jettin' uptown
i'm jettin' downtown
i'm jettin' crosstown
i'm jettin' all around

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song of the final post: "travelling man" by mos def

my beloved readers,

you put me on top of the world.
this blog ended on the 35, 561st hit and 661 posts strong.
i was going to write an in-depth "about me" section in closing but i had a change of heart. that's kind of corny and just not fitting for "gotmilkfart?". this blog was never too personal - i only let you pry into my life so much. rather, gotmilkfart? acted as an outlet for me to vent, criticize and just muse about basically anything that crossed my mind.

the old show romper room used to have a portion of their show dedicated to viewers where the host would look through a looking glass and name the names of kids watching. every time i tuned in, i wished she would say my name but jason just never seemed to pop up. go figure - my parents probably never even knew the mailing address of the studio. it is with this opportunity, i'd like to give shouts and love to my readers. if only i had a looking glass i'd pick up the pieces for you where romper room left off. with that said, i'd like to give shouts to some of my readers (at least those who have made themselves known):

colin, abs, rj, dee, roz (babyphat), jen (blondie), toni, mike (yellow cow), grace, james, gulaman girl, kendomaster, kevzster, onigiriman, kuya gimik, mos def master, marianne, mark, jps, jay kao, anyone from aa, peeps from rb journals, local & worldwide readers and silent readers...
i see you.

for your eyes and your time; for your nosiness and your loyalty; for your comments and criticisms, i thank you all. you are appreciated.

here's to good luck, victory and health in the new year and beyond.
God bless.
i'll be around.

jay "milkfart"
xoxo8===Dxoxo

ice cube has a song called "it was a good day". in his song, cube shares his idea of a perfect day - he doesn't have the po-po (police) sweating him, he gets to lay his highschool crush, he gets a triple double during a game of pick up basketball and he even gets a breakfast with no swine. at the end, he realizes that he's dreaming because no day could possibly exude perfection like the one he dreamed about.

today was the opposite for me.

earlier, i said i was gonna tie a windsor around my neck (see earlier post today)...however, i couldn't find the tie i wanted to wear. this factor plus the fact that my dad was forcing me to get dressed and leave (he was my driver today) - had my ass arrive to work tieless.

let's begin here...

(1) i get to work, and my new manager starts riding my ass about how i have no tie on. he even suggests that i buy a tie. even with my discount in the store - a silk tie costs a pretty penny. fuck that, i refused to buy a tie and that was that. it just didnt make sense. true, it's part of the uniform but it was a small infraction. it's not like i didnt wear pants to work - LET IT SLIDE, MAN!

(2) a customer comes to the register to return her shit. she was seeking a FULL refund. we could not give her this full refund. it's corporate policy. she was pointing her finger at me and violently waving her arms and moving her neck like how those girls on playgrounds in harlem do. she came up to me and said i never told her the policy of the company when i was helping her out a few weeks ago. that's a gatdamn lie but i gave her the benefit of the doubt. "lady, let's say i didn't tell you the policy...it says here [pointing to the back of her receipt] and here [pointing to big signage of policy at cash desk] that you have 14 days for an exchange or in store credit on sale or promotiional items".
lady says "but who reads that?".

fuck! i dunno who reads that! obviously (and i really wanted to tell her), she doesn't read it! i can't assume that nobody reads those policies. if every company did that, then all major retailers would be broke due to constantly having people return shit (no questions asked); it's just not smart. and for the record, i DO tell each and every customer our policy. after all, i work on comission and any return will come back and buy my tight muscular ass. why wouldn't i tell my client's our policy.

she still seeks her full cash back so i get my manager to sort things out. like a jackass, no questions asked, my manager, gives her her full cash back making me look like a fucking moron. no questions asked, no regard for policy, not giving a shit that we just gave out free money - my manager did this. no balls, no principles, no respect for his workers (i.e. me).

(3) i take my well deserved 1 hr lunch break. i place an order for a veggie burger at the new posh burger place where burgers are 8 canadian bucks on average. i also order a shake - nothing more, nothing less. THEY CAN'T EVEN GET THAT RIGHT. don't ever eat at hero burgers @ sherway gardens in toronto. their service is ass and their burgers are shit. veggie or no veggie. DO NOT EAT THERE. way to lose a good 10 minutes for an effin hamburger, jay.

(4) during a good portion of my break (which started at 10am), i had to cut logs (aka lay some cable aka take a shit). i finally had my chance to. i head to the bay's washrooms because theyre the cleanest and most quiet (sure beats the washroom in the back room right beside my manager's desk...like they wanna hear me dropping bombs and torpedoes. i do my deed but before leaving the stall, the latch gets stuck. i force it and like a dummy, i overexert myself. the latch loosens and i somehow, cut my thumb. this is no small cut..but a giant gaping wound. the top tip of my thumb is laying in that stall; either on the latch or on the ground. i wouldn't know where it is since i had to rush back to the store to our 1st aid kit in order to clean up my tipless thumb. im not bullshitting btw, i have no top portion of my thumb.

(5) we get out of the store late. it's new year's eve. how i overlooked booking today off is beyond me. but yes, i closed the store today...on new year's eve. 'nuff said.

ice cube was nuts...my life is reality. a harsh and painful reality with shitty tipless thumbs.

happy 2006 (in a bit).

well, today is this blog's demise. i'm not gonna do my final entry just yet - i just wanted to squeeze in a final entry before a final entry (due later in the day sometime after work - yes, i somehow got suckered into working on new year's eve. schmuck).

after i take my shit, wash up and tie a windsor knot around my neck, i'm heading off to work. as for plans tonite, i really don't have any plans to tell you the truth. you'd think i'd have some kind of party at a cottage lined up with some skiing or snowboarding, but that's just not the case. you might also think i'd be heading downtown or to my local city hall and enjoy the festivities there, but that's just not etched in stone either. finally, you might assume that i'd head out with my parents tonite to my aunt's house with the dad's half of the clan - but that doesn't sound right to me either. truth be told, this year, i'd probably have a really good new year's eve bash spent at home, watching t.v. until i fall asleep (probably around 10 or 11). i'm tired...these nites of going out over the past week in conjunction with working stupid hours in a retail setting during boxing week can really tax your system.

2005 you've been "fair".
God, you've been too generous giving me 23 years and beyond.

closing remarks to come after work...for now, that shit + washing up + windsor knot is calling me.

i effin' love my readers!

it's a trend that things come to an end right before a new year begins. everyone wants a fresh start and clean slate for january. a lot of the time, making room for this clean slate means hacking away at the old (and what used to be essential). this applies not only to this blog, but to system soundbar.

around here, in toronto, system soundbar for 7 years strong, has been a niteclub solely dedicated to underground music including techno, house, drum n bass and hip hop. at one point, i think i went to a rave with some friends there too. sadly, the club is having its final closing down party tomorrow nite and when i say "party"...this isn't just a new year's party that counts down and ends at roughly 3..this one is a true "party" in old (rave/warehouse party) form scheduled to finish into the early morning hours of the 1st of the month.

i think it all blows...but as i've said before, all good things come to an end. that place had quite the following.

what are we doing for new year's anyhow? we should hit a rave. i kind of miss those rich, spoiled kids from hong kong all messed up with their pacifiers and their eyes rolled back in their skulls (believe it or not). it's been a while and we're 23 but hey..why not? there's an idea. but we'll probably end up at city hall or home. watch.

boxing day was fun.
believe that or not.

work, then dinner with coworkers then pool. the day before, it was Christmas here with the clan, the day before the day before was dinner at the relatives, the night prior was a new tradition - 'the annual Christmas eve boys night out' (beware), the nite prior to that was a shopping fest all over (and i mean ALL over toronto - uptown, downtown and underground) and dinner with grace, james and rj and the nite before that, well i can hardly remember. all i know is - i go back to school on the 4th and this break is going by too fast. way too fast.

(wo)man...is my blog really closing down soon?
shoot.

my lumpia shanghais and pineapple glazed ham leftovers call me.
i hope everyone's well fed and well slept. enjoy these last days, boogers.

boxing days are bullshit. i haven't been boxing day shopping in 2 years now but i dont think im missing anything special. last year i was on the other side of boxing day's frenzy - i was on the selling, not shopping, side. this year it's the same thing.

my personal commentary on boxing day here in canada - there are no really good sales. and if you can find something really good, they either won't have your size, won't have the model your looking for, have an item that your interested in not be on sale or have a store that's just too damn packed with waiting lines that span from here to eastern europe. do yourselves a favour, stay home.

i, myself, will do boxing week shopping after payday (thursday) - which by that time, there will be no sales let alone anything left.

santa was good to me this year - but jesus is better.

p.s.
i had ham and turkey...that turkey made me sleep like a little bitch. wow.