painintheass

Ok,

I've had enough...

If it isn't paperwork and beaucracy that kills you.

It's standing in lines that bores you to death.

Or it's the french proverb "to be happy you must hide" An oath the men live by.

Or it's models that will only do the most vanilla things.

Or it's the knowledge that grocery stores have bouncers.

Or it's the massive amounts of dogshit on the streets you have to step around.

The list goes on and on and on and on.

Which brings me to the only possible conclusion.

It's time for me to go home.

To Quebec where my fellow Quebecois are at least tolerable and I can do business without a 3 hour explanation.

Where I can put an ad in a newspaper for models and not need a siret business number.

Where girls will answer the ad in the newspaper and more or less do what I ask them to do for some money. And not have grown women give me little girl "yucks and ooos" over some pretty stupid hang ups.

I admit Quebec isn't perfect. I admit Canada isn't perfect. I admit that I'm not too happy living next door to americans.

But FAWK IT... I can get mini DVD tapes at Walmart!

I can get a great piece of pizza at a great price and not some piece of shit that sat around since tuesday last week.

AirTransat take me home!!!!! (Yea I'm cheap.. hey, I'm jewish)