...enter your apartment and have to stomp two, big, squishy spiders in twenty seconds. *shudder* i wish it wasn't almost midnight. that means i have to pick up the carcasses instead of vacuuming them. ugh, i may vomit. i'm also having phantom creepy-crawlies all over my body. i think i'll be awake for quite a bit longer than i'd hoped. *twitch*
update: to add insult to injury, the wad of paper towels i used to reluctantly dispose of the bodies plugged the toilet and it overflowed! fuck.
wow... it's only the first of my nine days off, but it's starting well. i had twelve, yes *twelve*, hours of really quality sleep. i can't remember the last time that happened. i also dreamt i found a small grey & white kitten in the street and rescued him. i named him erik and he loved me. when i woke, my first sight was my beautiful flowers.
now i'm going to make some coffee, start some laundry and read. tonight i'm seeing the bourne identity with col & derrick and whoever else shows up. i'm really diggin' this whole vacation groove i've got goin' on.
as i won't be at work next week, my co-workers took me out for lunch and bought me the most beautiful bouquet of flowers today. it was amazing and i very nearly cried when i got to the restaurant and saw them all there. i really wanted some beautiful flowers for my birthday and now i have them. how lucky am i?
later in the afternoon, i went up to dennis' office and we had a long overdue conversation. his birthday is the same day as mine, so i wanted to give him a birthday cookie since neither of us will be at work on wednesday. he's a fascinating man. i even told him so today. on the drive home in the rain, i was thinking about how comfortable i am with him and how, when we talk, i'm suddenly this intelligent, insightful, interesting person. the best part of that transformation is i'm not even trying. we play off each other well, but not in a banter/shtick way like karen and i. maybe it's the shared birthday, but whatever it is, i like it.
it was a really great day, despite the rain and my feeling beyond ugly. there's a whole lot of people out there who like and appreciate me. what better birthday present could a girl ask for?
minority report was good, but if i'm watching cops when i'm 82 there's going to be trouble.
i feel drugged today, like someone spiked my bedtime water. it was so bad this morning, that i was actually falling into the wall on the way to the bathroom. ugh. i think i picked a bad week to attempt to cut down my caffeine intake.
so, i was lying in bed last night watching the crane fly bumble its way around the ceiling and i thought that i'd really like to try out archery as a hobby. i found a club in victoria which has nine introductory lessons for a relatively cheap fifty bucks, but no equivalent deal in the greater vancouver area. i'm not deterred, though. i'm going to phone a couple places and see if they have anything similar. back in outdoor school, archery was one of my favourite activities. i don't remember if i was any good, but heck, it can't hurt to give it a try!
i've been a little more inspired to pick up hobbies lately. i'm in a rut and i need reasons to get more active in my life, and not specifically physically active, although that's a plus. actually, i was interested in trying fencing, but i don't think my knee is healthy enough for all that lunging.
sitting on the futon last night, watching some stupid dating show on tv, not even reading, or thinking for that matter, i became disgusted with myself for being such a sloth. i treasure my "me time" but this is getting ridiculous. i'm a non-dimentional personality! no wonder people don't find me interesting for longer than a couple months at a time.
really, aren't the people you find fascinating the ones with lots of different skills and interests? for me, they seem to be. the people you're always learning new things they know about or can do. i want to be multi-dimensional!
and it won't hurt to have a skill which could keep me alive after the rapture.
i love going to the farm market during lunch. i picked up three big bags of supa-fresh produce for less than twenty bucks. now i can go home and make a huge vegetable salad and a huge fruit salad.
prompted by one of heather's comments, i was sifting through the archives and i realized that i'm really unpopular this summer as compared to last. hardly any of the cool kids come by to comment anymore. there are no "first post" wars amongst the gang. i haven't flirted with paige in months! no one's abused dangerman in the least. it's rather pathetic. then again, i haven't written anything remotely original or interesting in just as long, so i really shouldn't complain.
pot. kettle. black.
everyone at work is obsessed with what i'm going to be doing while i'm off next week. geez, people! get your own damn vacations to think about. i don't *know* what i'm doing, so stop asking. freaks.
ooh, potty emergency!
happy 30-day, scott! *smooch*
so, it's like ten days or something until my birthday and i'm starting to wonder what i'm going to get. i know some of the items, like the vag membership from my mom and the dinner at the salmon house from my friends. i've dropped a few hints along the way, but i don't think enough people have picked up on them. so, in the spirit of "gimme-gimme" here are a few things which would make my 30th natal anniversary:
- flowers
- digital camera
- juniper breeze body lotion by bath & body works
- magnetic poetry
- sex
- new car
- bowling!
- cards
hmm... i thought i'd want more stuff than that. aww, screw it -- just show up and i'll be happy.
i wish i could read and play dynomite at the same time. i think that would be better than anything.
Throw out all the non-essential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them - that is why you pay him.
Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. If you really need a grouch, there are probably a few of your relatives to do the job.
Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Just never let your brain idle.
Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. Laugh so much that you can be tracked in the store by your distinctive laughter.
The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with you your entire life is yourself.
Surround yourself with what you love, whether it is family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
Cherish your health. If it is good - preserve it. If it is unstable - improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve - get help.
Don't take guilt trips. Go to the mall, the next county, a foreign country... but not to guilt.
Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
And remember that Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take... but by the moments that take our breath away!
i probably shouldn't have had that beer with lunch. i'm pretty tipsy and i'd rather go find jason the plumber and have some smooches in the wash rack. mmm, smooches.
don't want to work, but i can make it the next five and a half days until i'm on vacation. plug along, plug along. i really have to stop posting when i've been drinking.
it's hot. i was at a training course for two days. i have a crush on a girl. i've been invited over for dinner by a boy, but i think it was drug-induced. two weeks left. did i mention it's hot? my black jeans fit again! i get more traffic on days i don't post than days i do. it's been four months since i've smoked. i want to go bowling. my phone bill is under thirty dollars for the first time ever. i'm going to read now. but not until i've finished seven days of dishes.
at least i wasn't the first party pooper. *snore*
someone make it stop raining, please. i left home without a jacket or an umbrella. normally, i wouldn't care but i am going to be seen by other people and i hate being frizzy.
i'm addicted to trance. fucking jim!
have a headache. thirsty! in love with juniper breeze lotion from bath & body works. if you love me, you will send me more of this for my birthday. it makes me silky and being silky makes me happy. having dinner with col tonight, then playing games with paul & derrick. busy! going to be a very long week.
i miss tyler very much.
i had a dream about you last night
you told me to tell you how i felt
you told me to turn around and show you my scars
i resisted
you told me i needed to learn to give in
i told you i do give in. too much
i lied
i've been awake since 5:38 this morning, which isn't all bad considering i was asleep waiting for a phone call by 6:45 last night. i got up once around one a.m. and thought about staying up, or sleeping for another couple hours then going for a long, pre-dawn walk; but, i didn't wake up early enough. so, i watched harry potter and drank my coffee instead.
it's blissfully cool today. i've never been so happy to have cold toes. maybe i need to start summering in the southern hemisphere.
i just rolled up a bunch of coin and added it to my camera fund. there's a little over a hundred dollars in there, which may not seem like a lot, but considering it's almost all coin and left over yankee bucks from trips, i'm pleased. especially for a spend-thrift like me. i just have to stop thinking how much further ahead i'd be if i didn't have to use all my quarters and loonies for laundry. *grump*
my dreams were vivid and active last night. three parts, the first staring robin williams chasing me through a tropical forest in a survivor-like situation. i actually half-woke from that one and heard myself giggling aloud about it. i couldn't stop laughing because robin had caught me and was kissing my naked back and his beard tickled.
dishes and reading are on the docket for today. i'm contemplating lentils as a kitchen experiment, but i may just settle for couscous. i think i need to try a piece of steak. shh, don't tell anyone.
this day is fucking dragging! my boss left early, so i'm leaving at three-thirty. i've been trying to talk myself into staying to work out, but i'm failing miserably. i'm going to take my exercise shoes home though, and hope that i get up the gumption to go do something active over the weekend.
the current back-burner-of-my-brain project is how to get one of these as soon as possible. i played with paul's (don't go there) and it's damn cute! then i saw the pictures it takes and i'm in love (with the camera, not paul). so, i'm going to ask dad if he'll donate the money he'd have spent on cats tickets to my fledgeling camera fund, then when i get my "extra" payday in august, i should have enough to buy it outright, no credit. wouldn't that be cool? i think so. paul, where'd you get yours, locally or online?
i killed a spider last night and in the process got a really good raid contact high. that stuff is a rush!
all right, half an hour. i can make it. wish me luck!
the more i think about it, the more upset i get.
i was sitting on the futon, snarfing down white cheddar popcorn and watching the hockey game when the phone rang. it was my soon-to-be-ex-landlady. i assumed she was calling to thank me for the lovely thank you card i got her to thank her for being such a good first landlord to me for the last four years. well, she wasn't. she was calling to find out if i'm the person who has been leaving early and stomping down the stairs and waking one of my neighbours up in the morning.
let's get some things straight: yes, i leave early. i have been for the last four years. no, i don't slam the door. it's got one of those hydraulic hinge-y things so it closes itself. no, i don't stomp down the stairs. there are four, they are outside, and no one's suite is under them.
i told her that i haven't changed my routine since i moved in and that i didn't believe i made any extraneous noise in the a.m. but that i would make a concerted effort to be even more quiet. i'm not mean and i know how annoying it is to be woken up by other's inconsiderateness.
what i didn't tell her was that i've been putting up with other people's noise and mess for the last four years and have not once complained about it. i didn't want it to turn into a bitch fest. i suck it up because i'm a good neighbour.
i don't complain about my upstairs neighbour's music going until late on work nights or her potting soil or water messing up my balcony when she re-pots her plants. i don't complain that my fridge freezes half of its contents and the only way to make it stop is to turn the freezer down so it doesn't freeze anything. i don't whine about whoever has the white car and parks it in a crappy spot for weeks which screws up the entire parking along the street. i don't complain that the weather-stripping i asked for three years ago to maybe save some money on heating in the winter and keep bugs out never got installed.
aww, so someone got woken up by footsteps. poor baby. go back to sleep then. how many times have i had to go to sleep with one or another of my neighbours being noisy when i was trying to get to sleep at 9pm because i had to get up at 5:30 the next morning? i didn't complain when stupid, noisy upstairs lady took up aerobics on her squeaky floor while i was trying to nap. god, don't you people have anything better to do than to bitch about a freaking door closing too loudly? fuck.
i'm seriously thinking about phoning edith up tonight and telling her all this. what do i care? she's sold the place. she won't be my landlord after june 30th. i was going to wait to tell the new owners about my broken fridge, but fuck that. i'm going to tell edith. that'll teach her to mess mit mich! (that's funny 'cause they're german. laugh. i said laugh!)
i'm boring today. but i got some crap work out of the way this morning. let's hope i get more done this afternoon. don't hold your breath, though. it's not looking promising.
tonight, i am going to stop to buy some sunscreen for my driving arm (which is already far too brown for the middle of june) and rent harry potter and kate & leopold. when i get home, i'm going to make veggie weiners and alpha-ghetti for dinner, get into my posh-frock-turned-sundress and splay out the futon to watch the aforementioned movies while drinking peach iced tea and trying to forget about how hot it is.
speaking of the hot, i wish i'd never bought that stupid thermometer. now that i know how unbearable it gets in my apartment it feels worse. it's psychosomatic, yeah, but still... 30°C/86°F (happy dor?) inside at 9pm is just wrong, no matter how you cut it.
phoned mom & caught up on all the news last night. among other things, she told me that she's getting me a membership to the vancouver art gallery for my birthday. yay! that rocks. i'm getting culture for my birthday!
poop
sex
naked
doggie
boobs
ass
girlz
wet
bi
candy
yeah, that should get me some traffic.
it's interesting to watch the late afternoon fidgeting in the office. starting about three o'clock, there are far more people getting up and walking around, finding excuses to not be at their desk for the dying minutes of their workday. the chit-chat increases, the personal phone calls, too. everyone seems to lighten up noticeably once they realize there's less than an hour left until they can go home.
this is way better than those stoopid dolls or southpark critters. check out a 3d model of me in a short skirt or cargo pants (which i really should get a pair of at some point). i knew i loved lane bryant! although, the model has way nicer legs than i do.
i love cruise ship season in vancouver. watching the gracefully, lumbering floating cities amble in and out of the harbour. seeing the busy little tugboats tucking them into their docks for quick and dirty swap & swabs in the wee hours of the morning, then guiding them safely out to open water at dinner time. it amazes me. to have all those people coming here to board a great big dinghy for a seven or fourteen-day trip up and down the west coast. fjord-watching. who knew?!
there's a subtle romance about being on a cruise ship, but i can't help but get a little disgusted shiver down my spine when i think of it. trapped. on a boat. with hundreds, even thousands, of people. no escape. no chance to find a quiet place without strangers stealing your oxygen. activities! photographers! stay away! leave me alone!
there is one cruise i would want to take. the mediterranean. mostly because on a properly scheduled mediterranean cruise, the ship is not much more than a floating hotel. you can see all the different ports of call without ever having to move your luggage. you're not stuck onboard for days of monotonous sea-travel. every day or two you're visiting a new country, experiencing new places and cultures. that's my idea of travel. especially the not having to pack & unpack every other day.
last night for a post-workout dinner, i ate a bag of microwave popcorn and two klondike bars. look at me! i'm the epitome of health!
meghan phoned to apologize for blowing me off this weekend. she & mark had a domestic about him going out after work which gave her a case of jodi's mean reds and didn't want to talk to anyone. her solution? to not go home after class tonight. i understand her motivation, but i don't honestly think it will work. not with mark, anyway. it's not so bad, though, she may come over to mine after class thursday. just in case, i should make sure to have something made for dinner to feed her.
three weeks. i can't believe it's less than a month away now. have i mentioned that i'm über-thrilled that men in black II is coming out on my birthday? well, i am! mmm, tommy lee jones.
in yet another quest to avoid actually working, i whipped this up. no one (other than me) has done very well. now you can all have a chance at it. post your pitiful scores in the comments when you're done, please.
i may have done this one previously, but oh well. stole the idea & list from sara. thanks, it gave me an excuse to not do work for another half an hour.
1. Who was the last person you yelled at?
in anger? my mom, but years ago. in jest? debbie. spoke sternly to with a threat of yelling? scary helen. i'm not much of a yeller.
2. Who was the last person you kissed?
jason.
3. What was the last memorable book you read?
the ender books by orson scott card, i think. they really gripped me.
4. When did you last dance?
couple weeks ago, in my apartment.
5. What's the last thing you want to hear from your parents?
"i'm dying."
6. When did you last go for a walk?
two weeks ago.
7. When did you last do your ironing?
three months ago?
8. When was the last time you smiled all day?
yesterday.
9. What color of socks do you normally wear?
black or grey.
10. Did you ever attend a private school?
nyet.
11. Do you like stuffed animals?
yes, but i'm currently sucking up the intestinal fortitude to give all mine away.
12. Have you ever smashed pumpkins?
no.
13. Can you quote Shakespeare?
to be or not to be, that is the question. whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them? to die, to sleep.
14. Are you a neat freak?
about some things, yes. others, decidedly not. i've made my peace with dust and cobwebs, but clutter is becoming a nemesis.
15. What is the worst injury you have ever given someone?
um... bruises/hickeys.
16. Do you ever eat lemons plain?
only to clean out other foul tastes from my mouth.
17. Have you ever fired a gun?
not an authentic gun.
18. Do you own any knee-high boots?
no, but i'd like to.
19. Do you have a crush on somebody?
kind of, but i think it's fading now.
20. Do you like swimming in lakes?
i like swimming anywhere.
21. Have you ever streaked at a football game or any other public event?
yeah, right.
22. What is your favorite gemstone?
i don't really have one, so i'll say ruby because it's my birthstone.
23. Have you gone on many blind dates?
is one considered many?
24. Has someone done something extra nice for you?
yes, but not in a while.
25. Did you have a crush on any of your teachers?
definitely. mr. jarvis was a cutie.
26. Have you ever been lost in a bad part of a city?
just last week.
27. Would you rather have a mint or fruit flavored gum?
mint.
28. Do you ever eat food right out of cans or jars?
all the time.
29. Has your mind ever gone blank?
...
30. Have you ever met anyone interesting at the laundry mat?
i've never been to a laundromat.
31. Are you kind?
sometimes.
32. Would you give a needy person the shirt off your back?
no, but i'd buy them a shirt at value village.
33. Do you have any beanie babies?
yes, but i'm getting rid of them. want them?
34. Would you rather be hot or cold?
cold. i can always put more clothes on.
35. Is the glass half full, or empty?
it's looking pretty empty to me.
36. Do you exercise or work out regularly?
yes, but it's still a struggle to get it done.
37. Could you kill if your life was threatened?
no, but i could if someone i loved was.
i love my name. i love all three of my names, actually. i love the way they look and sound together. sorry, just a random thought i had as i saw the nameplate on my desk as i walked back with my coffee.
i'm really sleepy today. i've been yawning so hard it looks like i'm crying.
my friends stood me up this weekend. there were no cards and no sushi. oddly, i'm not that upset about it. curious, yes. upset, no.
garage sales are interesting, scary and fascinating all rolled up in one. i'm amazed what people will put out for sale. i'm even more amazed at what people will buy. it's a great way to exercise my voyeuristic inclinations, constructing whole lives for these people in my imagination just by looking at the stuff they've accumulated. i wonder what people would think of me based solely on my belongings.
dad asked me if i'd like tickets to cats for my birthday. i don't think i do. if it was phantom or les mis or even rent i'd have immediately said yes. i just never really wanted to see cats that badly. singing cats who go to heaven... yeah, okay, whatever.
i finally got around to buying a thermometer for my apartment. it's an old building, built without benefit of insulation i suspect, so it's expected to have hot/cold issues. compounding my plight is my south-west exposure which gets all the lovely afternoon and evening sun pummelling it all summer long. i've known, for the last four summers, that my apartment soaks up and holds the heat very, very well during those sunny summer months. now i will have a means to track just how hot it gets.
for example, the environment canada website currently says that it is 21°C in vancouver. my thermometer says it's 27.5°C inside my apartment. check out the cam link over there -->, i have it trained on my new toy. we shall call it the "thermo-cam"!
anyway, to escape the heat, i'm going to take my dad out to dinner now. i thought today was father's day when i arranged this outing. oops. it's not until next sunday. that just means dad has to wait a week for his card! *tee hee*
so far today i have: sorted through my plethora of cassettes, put away all the mix tapes i dare not throw away, cleaned out a couple more boxes, found a couple pillows to donate to karen's new abode, showered, phoned telus and changed my long distance plan to save me $20 a month (damn, their c.s. rep was perky!), showered, drank a pot of coffee, helped mark find a star in his video game, made a garage sale shopping date with karen and a father's day dinner date with my papa for tomorrow. now, i'm just about to start some laundry and whip up a big veggie stir-fry for lunch. all this before noon on a saturday. i must have a tumor.
tonight, i think we're going for japanese and then playing cards. at least, i hope we're going for japanese. i need me some yakisoba and kappa maki. mmm, sushi.
by the way, i was right.
no, i don't expect you to understand.
if i could, i'd marry marinated cauliflower.
anyone want a box full of cassette tapes circa 1990-1997? i think that's going to be my task this weekend, to go through them all, make a list of those i want to replace with cds and then find someone to take the rest. i don't have a stereo, or even a boom box, to listen to them on so why do i keep them? my old answer was "to listen to in the car". well, i don't even do that, so they're being tossed. i wonder if i could sell them to someone. is there a market for used cassettes?
my friday payday ends an hour early! i don't know what i'll do with that hour, but i know i won't be here. yippee!
ever have a relationship with someone which revolved around sex? not even that you had sex with them, but pretty much every conversation eventually became sexual in nature? i think whether it turns into dirty friendship depends on how it starts. you flirt because it's an easy ice-breaker. the hurdle is getting past that very powerful topic to the more mundane or more personal issues upon which true relationships are based, or flourish. i wish i didn't have so many dirty friendships sometimes; othertimes, i wish some of my clean friendships were a little messier. mmm, messy.
i think this is going to be a postful day. i'm feeling ebullient.
so, while waiting for karen outside chapters, i had to go in. duh. me. books. dangerous combination. there's a reason i refuse to go into bookstores anymore, and it's sitting on my desk. the fifth book in the wheel of time series. i know, i said i wasn't going to read past the third book. yes, i know i said i wasn't going to buy any new books after aswohg. but karen was late! she left me there, alone, vulnerable and in a bookstore! i couldn't stop myself.
i love bookstores. my mom owned a bookstore when i was younger. i remember sitting on the floor in the corner where the kids section was at the back of the store and just pulling everything off the shelf and reading while she helped customers. if i ever had the inclination to be an entreprenuer, that's what i'd do. of course, i'd have to ensure it didn't matter if i made money since independant book stores just don't have the buying power to outlast the mega-stores. what about a bookstore/pool hall/coffee bar? damn, if they had one here, i'd practically move in.
while waiting in line behind the goth girl with her leather collar and mercedes lackey book, i couldn't help but notice the strange little man at the counter ahead of us. he immediately reminded me of mel gibson's character in conspiracy theory and the conspiracy guy. he was twitchy and had a nervous stutter as he chattered on to the clerk.
"this one is from a list and so is this one but this one was an impulse buy i couldn't say no it was calling to me but it wasn't on the list so it would be for me because it wasn't on the list."
i couldn't help but grin, and step gingerly around him when it was time to move to a check out.
while at my check out, i was decidedly chatty with the semi-adorable service person. i was right proud of myself. eye contact, smiling, witty reparte with only a tiny amount of embarrassed blush. look at me go! actually, it's spilling over into today. i'm doing a lot of smiling and eye contacting with the trainees i've passed in the halls this morning. 'tis a good thing, as it's day eleven and i'm desperate for the weekend.
karen & i managed to get the last two good seats in the theatre to see bad company last night at metropolis. it was a lot better than i thought it would be. i was worried chris rock would turn it into a gong show. but sir anthony and he played off each other fairly well. there were laughs, the audience applauded at least twice, and i was a little tense with anticipation even though i knew i didn't have to be. if a movie can suspend the disbelief long enough for me to twich with every potential wrong move by the characters, it can't be that bad.
go see it. tell them heather sent you.
i'm losing track of what day it is. working for ten days straight will do that to you.
i think music videos have destoyed music. they glamorize the artist's outside rather than letting the music speak for itself. think about it, before mtv or much music, do you really think brittney spears would be such a big star? the music industry has become all about the look and the music comes second. it's all backwards and it frustrates me.
karen & i are going to see a preview of the new anthony hopkins/chris rock movie tonight. dinner at tgif, movie at metropolis, and then a drive out to kits to take her home. sounds like a good night. i'm just glad i went to bed relatively early last night. hm, i should check to see if the bridge is closed tonight. i don't think i want to drive down hastings that late at night.
lots of thoughts, none of them fully fleshed-out. want to sit around talking, drinking drinks of any nature, playing "i spy" or eating strawberry pie. damn you people, let's play!
last night's dreams were completely paul-centric. i was in paul's apartment (i was looking through his cupboards). i drove paul's car in the snow (it handled great). paul came and saved me from the evil computer dude (who was trying to brainwash me into betraying paul). i actually woke up twice and thought "why the hell am i dreaming about paul?" only to fall back asleep and dream about him again.
sometimes i wonder about my brain.
well, it's all official. starting in the fall i will finally be a student again. yay! i'm all registered for Introduction to Web Programming/Scripting at bcit. the only thing i'm not excited about it the fact it's a saturday class. at nine a.m. even with the crappy timetable, it's going to be nice to stretch my brain again.
i was going to be such a good girl last night and go to bed early to catch up on some sleep. i was in bed by eight-twenty and lulled asleep by the timo maas essential mix by eight-thirty. then the unthinkable happened. the phone rang. i thought i could leave it alone, not get up and check to see if someone left a message. then i realized it was still early and it could have been karen calling about the movie tomorrow or mom with another fire story to tell. so i got up. it was meghan. "call me." i called her. after a twenty minute conversation about poutine, klonoa 2 and sonar, i hung up. i got back under the über-blankie, stretched out and tried to relax. it wasn't going to happen. i don't know what i did for two hours, but i finally got back into bed sometime after eleven. ugh.
needless to say, i'm still sleepy. but, i have watermelon for breakfast.
i still want to write about my reactions to the hamptons "real-life mini-series" which was on the last two nights, but i shall wait until i've seen the second part. to tide you over, let it be said that there are some people who should not whiten their teeth. *shudder*
when i was still over-tired and giddy this morning, i had a lot of different things i wanted to write about, but i was too busy fighting a deadline to post. now that i'm not so busy and decidedly ungiddy, but even more tired, i just can't seem to get up the interest to type out all the things i meant to say. maybe i'll feel more verbose tomorrow. i can't wait to go to bed.
i'm tempted to go to sonar tomorrow night, but it's for all the wrong reasons. i'd better serve myself by staying home and throwing things out. that being said, i'm really interested in getting new shelves. something metallic. they have some galvanized utility shelves at zellers on sale this week. i may succumb and buy one, or maybe two.
i need kisses and stubble and fingers and cuddling and zippers and t-shirts taken off the right way. i need familiarly unfamiliar smells and long hair against hot skin and nibbles and gasping and that magic spot behind your left ear. i need nipples and bellies and ticklish knees. i need boy hips and wrists and the small patch of fuzz at the base of your spine. i need less dangerous thinkings and more dangerous doings.
one month.
four weeks.
thirty days.
seven-hundred twenty hours.
forty-three thousand two hundred minutes.
that's how long until i'm old.
just remember, i don't want much for my three-oh-ty-eth birthday. just a big party and lots of presents. i wouldn't mind plane tickets to interesting locales -- i have the first week of july off work, so i'm free to travel!
remember, it takes longer to ship to canada, so send things early! =)
it's a gorgeous, cloudless day with the temperature in the high teens and a breeze just stiff enough. so, guess where i am!
at work.
it's not a total wash, though. i just got here from helping karen move from the victoria inn downtown to her new room on a nice quiet street in kitsilano. after everything was unloaded, we sat on the front porch gabbing, laughing and watching all the beautiful people jog and bike down towards the beach. she's got herself not one, but two jobs now and is going to apply here as well. i think it's all finally coming together for her and that's awesome. the more settled she gets the closer to fruition comes my dream of a bedroom and a cat.
i'm just going to finish off my subway sandwich -- shut up, i've been up since 7:30 and i haven't eaten yet -- and then get down to business. fucking resumes.
