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.
i think it’s time for a new about page.
it’s my friend meghan’s 30th birthday this coming monday. we’ve known each other since we were in tenth grade. that’s half her life. half. her. life. ugh. so, being the wonderful friend and person that i am, i asked her a couple of weeks ago what she wanted for her birthday. her answer?
“i want to be 29.”
uh, meg? yeah, okay. i grinned and repeated the question.
“i want to be 29.”
i sighed, grinned again and told her that i’d do it if i could. that’s when we started playing tetris and the conversation faded from my mind. until about a week ago when i was contemplating her upcoming day while looking at the slippers i’d bought her as a gift. i was musing over what else i could get her.
she wants to be 29…
so, i’ve obtained her birth certificate by very alias means, altered the year of her birth, framed the new document and shall give her the gift she asked for. she can be 29 for another year!
we had the first official viewing of the website-in-progress today… they liked it! other than some small content issues (which aren’t my problem), they’re really happy with the way it looks so far. ya-hoo!!
this means that i can go ahead and start worrying about cross-platform/browser compatibility and useability issues instead of trying to think up a contingency design. phew! i think. all the browser fudging i’m going to have to do just might drive me over the edge, but dammit… i *like* that kind of tweaking.
i’m giddy with geekish delight!
you know it’s time to cut your fingernails when you can’t type your normal 85 w.p.m. they may look pretty, but they’re seriously affecting my productivity, dammit.