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If I was a James Bond villain, I would be Pussy Galore.
I enjoy flying, a good roll in the hay, and nerve gassing army bases. I am played by Honor Blackman in Goldfinger. Who would you be? |
[thanks P]
my favourite lifesavers flavour is butterscotch.
my favourite lifesavers colour is orange.
so, yeah… i went to staples to try on the chair and ended up going home with a cd burner. i don’t really know how it happened. hell, the sales dude even talked me into the extended warranty. yes, i know. i’m a weak, weak individual. then again, i have nine more days to burn the hell out of everything and then take it back! *evil snicker* i did that with a webcam over the summer, if you recall.
oh, the chair was sexy as hell, too. i could only sit in it for half a minute because i knew that if i stayed longer, it was going home with me. i may still go back for it. it really was sweet.
my other acquisition was a copy of myst. don’t look at me like that. i’ve been waiting to play this game for years. years, i tell you! finally, i have a computer which is fast enough and a video card which is good enough… i just can’t wait. between burning cds and playing myst, i may not come up for air once this weekend and my kitchen will become even more of a disaster area than it already is.
i’m such a geek.
if anyone reading this knows french, please contact me. i received an email today entirely in french and i’d like to get it translated and if it’s not really for me, as i suspect, have an appropriate reply drafted.
i just got, very literally, swept up into a hug. i love that feeling. one minute you’re standing there talking to someone, then *swoop* you’re enveloped in their embrace. if it were a romance novel, it would have been succeeded by a passionate kiss; but, he’s happily married and old enough to be my father. that doesn’t mean he isn’t interesting and sexy as hell, though!
after cashing in my winning ticket yesterday, i stopped at the drug store with my wad’o’cash and thought “what can i buy which i’ve always been too cheap to?” so, i picked up a package of breathe-right strips. you know, those little bandaid-type things football players are always wearing. i’ve had this unseemly fascination with them ever since i first saw them, but refused to pay $10 for a box of 10. that’s a bloody dollar each! for a bandaid! pfft.
well, i bought some (lottery winnings are supposed to be frittered away, right? right.) and they rock! if i didn’t look so damn funny with it on, i’d always wear one!
i never realized just how much air i could get in and out of my nose before. i think it also enabled me to have a better, more restful sleep. or maybe i’m just trying to justify the money i wasted. either way, i’m going to either have to find a cheaper alternative or try not to get addicted to them. *inhale*
oh, and in respect to winnings and frittering, i spent far too much time both yesterday and last night “researching” things to spend my new-found wealth on. it’s either a camera, computer bits, or a new chair. there are pros and cons to each item, but i’m trying not to impulse-buy anything, although the urge is severe.
what a nice way to start the morning:
First of all thank you for clicking yes on me =0) I didn’t expect such an attractive woman would do that.
there are such nice boys on hotornot.com. *snort*
i remembered, belatedly, while driving into to work that it was thursday and i hadn’t prepared a thursday morning mpeg for you, my beloved readers. so, i did what i’ve never done, and installed a *gasp* file-sharing program on my work computer just to fetch you people this:
“Get This Party Started” by Pink
it’s my new feel-good, bed-dancing, get-me-up-in-the-morning song. if she’d refrain from the mariah carey-esque vocal gymnastics at the end i’d enjoy it more. but it’s got a good beat. you can dance to it. i give it 85!
this is very bad… i’m obsessing about getting a digital camera again. this digital camera, to be precise. *sigh*
i’m the worst email replier in the world; but, my ettiquette is impeccable.
it’s snowing (or trying to) in various elevated parts of the city today. this fills me full of dread. it’s not even december. it shouldn’t be snowing yet. stupid winter, go back to winnipeg.
this is the day i’m going to go cash in my winning lottery ticket. i wonder if balloons and streamers will fall from the sky and everyone in the vicinity will start blowing tooters and whooping with merry delight at my good fortune. i don’t need all that; i just want to make sure i don’t get mugged on the way back to my car.
i really hope i remembered to unplug my flat-iron.
i felt so cute and confident yesterday that i spent far too much time having myself a little webcam photoshoot last night. and, if i do say so myself, there wasn’t one bad one in the bunch! sometimes, i’m just too cute to live. thank god i’m back to my old, ugly self today so i don’t have to die.
i’ve cleared out three of four in-trays today. i am a machine! a machine with sore wrists, but a machine nonetheless…
a machine which is going to break the fucking stick-sized bitch who just had the goddamned nerve to put work into one of my pristine trays. *sigh* i’m never going to get ahead.
i want to live on ganymede drive!
my hair is straight but i’m wonky about the brain, even after a delightful nine hours of sleep. there’s a bit of a headache trying to annoy me, but i’m refusing to let it win.
*pummel* take that!
*growl* you will not beat me!
*swallow* hah! but you cannot beat three extra-strength tylenol and coffee!
*cower* noooo!
it wasn’t what she hoped for when she discovered it missing, but meghan was honestly pleased with her re-issued birth certificate proclaiming her to be twenty-nine years old. she confided to me while we sat at our table alone that she had secretly hoped that mark had taken it to get a marriage license. i apologised. she said not to worry, this was just as good.
i want my writing to be interesting, challenging and evocative. the words jumping up off the screen and wrapping themselves cozily around the reader’s neck, purring softly. yes. i want you to come back to be astonished.
are you astonished?
WANTED: one working, undamaged intel® celeron® 500mhz slot-1 processor with or without heatsink.
p.s. my local subway® now has real, orange cheddar (not plastic cheese) as an option in their sandwiches. i couldn’t be more pleased.
today is my fourth anniversary of working here. that’s four years since i moved back to the city. four years since i left my old job. four years of spending time with my dad. four years of spending every fucking long weekend taking a ferry to visit my mother. four years of 7:30am start times. four years of communting & bridge traffic. four years of making lunches. four years of continuous typing. and ten years of working full-time to support myself. wow.
it’s also meghan’s birthday! yay! i can’t wait until i give her her presents tonight!
stayed up too late talking about serious things. then i dreamt about scott.
where’s the fucking coffee?
my saturday has consisted of:
– laundry
– going shopping
– flirting with the purple pirate balloon wrangler at mcdonald’s
– winning cookies from ronald mcdonald in canadian tire
– coming home
– trying on my new wig
– laundry
– going out to get wrapping paper and a picture frame
– wrapping meg’s birthday presents
– eating leftover pizza
– watching three episodes of smallville i had taped
– winning $1000 on the lottery
– watching dawson’s creek & gilmore girls
– making squealing phone calls about winning $1000 on the lottery
– catching up on my five months of personal filing
– emailing scary hotornot.com guys
now… i’ll either flip channels for a while or listen to episode 8 of the bbc radio version of lord of the rings.
what a bloody wonderful day this has been!
there must be some seriously weird astronomical alignments or it’s a sign of the apocalypse, but there’s a whole whack of really good looking guys who’ve clicked to meet me on hot or not. i had no idea until today because all the notifications were going to an address i only look at once a month.
of course, now i’m obsessed with checking them all out. look at me being picky! it’s so… novel!
oh, and i’m up to 5.2 now!
my heart may break each time we talk; but, i can’t help but love the way he fits inside my head.