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.

if you love me, you will buy me any or all of these.
thank you. that is all.

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.