Jesse Bercier

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Winnipeg is abuzz with excitement over wins from the Jets & the Bombers tonight. I didn’t watch the games, but the fake ID/road trip episode of The Simpsons came up in the rotation so I feel like we’re all riding the same high

all set to take myself out to the movies tonight and there’s nothing worth seeing. time to look inward, reflect, and decide if I’m honest enough with myself to admit I just wanted a bag of disgusting popcorn for dinner and can just make that at home

“haha that’s crazyy!” is a perfect catch all text reply. I’d elaborate further, but - haha that’s crazyy!

After tonight I will have hosted 3 corporate trivia nights in 4 days. Is this going to screw up my personality to where I only ever ask questions: A) In multiple choice format? B) About mid-90s movies & songs? C) To drunken middle managers? D) To god (ie. “WHYYYY????”)?

I might seem cool & mysterious posted up at a bar downtown sipping on whiskey, but I just showed up ENTIRELY TOO EARLY for my CORPORATE TRIVIA HOSTING GIG so I’m NERVOUSLY DRINKING A SINGLE DRINK FOR 45 MINUTES, that’s all. also, ‘sup girl

I wouldn’t say I’m a dumb person per sé, but when referring to them in the present tense I’ve referred to every day as “the future” since January 1st, 2000

god gives his toughest battles (burnt the roof of my mouth eating a too hot burrito last night) to his quietest soldiers (it hurts real bad, I keep asking anyone who will listen to bring me ice cream)

“DID I STUTTER??” I ask intensely, as I turn to walk away but instead smash my entire groin on a fire hydrant I didn’t see was there

“going off the rails”? no no, I assure you - this crazy train is still making all its scheduled stops. actually gaining some time, it would seem

“THIS guy knows what I’m talking about!” I say, gesturing to literally any of the countless people who have no idea what the fuck I’m talking about ever

Nov. 1st might be my favourite work day of the year, because you get to ask coworkers how many trick or treaters they had last night then as they’re answering you can cut them off by saying “YEAH WELL IT’S CHRISTMAS NOW”

everyone at work has a TuMmY aChE from eating Halloween candy all day. meanwhile I - who have lived life as a junkfood-inhaling type 1 diabetic for the better part of the last 32 years - also feel very gross & bad. we are dumb

was my costume for last night’s Simpsons trivia low effort? yes. BUT was it bad? also yes. here’s ROY

I like that rather than learn to type more accurately I’ve instead just beat my phone into accepting that “to ight” should just always correct to “tonight”. SHOWED YOU WHO’S BOSS, TECHNOLOGY

I’m moving into an apartment connected by tunnel to a private, heated, indoor pool and a Dollarama. I’ll try not to let this level of glitz & glamor change me, but remember who I am now come December

the 1st time I got my heart broken I grew a beard. I got my heart broken recently and I shaved my beard into a stupid handlebar moustache. it hasn’t helped much w/ sadness, but now when I get a single tear roll down my cheek and people ask why I can just say “cowboy stuff”

if you’re a real life dracula this is probably the most relaxed & stress-free week of the year for you. good on ya!

not tired, not alert, but a secret third th-wait, did you say tired? ‘cause yeah, THAT. sorry I missed it the first time

will *this* be the diet coke that fixes me? ehhh better not risk it, I’ll keep drinking them multiple times a day until my blood becomes carbonated & delicious

kinda wild how people my age went from being asked “a/s/l” when we used to internet to just broadcasting that information nonstop to no one in particular every day until we die