Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Tattoo #3 (Part deux)


Holy crap. it hurt. so bad. Of course I was tense and shaky so that made it worse. If I remembered to relax it wasn't that bad, in fact it was actually kind of soothing when he was up near my ear. But holy crap. Everywhere else hurt. hurt hurt hurt. And having to keep your head practically sideways for half an hour isn't the greatest either.

Kelly, I swear, sometimes we're on the same wavelength. Although I did choose the pink based on the fact that it actually glows under black-light. Yeah. I thought that was wicked cool. So if I ever go bowling (or to a rave) with any of you, just look for the girl with the glowing tattoo behind her ear!

I have to go back in two weeks for a touch-up, and at the same time he's going to FINALLY touch-up the tattoo on my chest!! YAY!! I've only been badgering him for a year and a half to do it.

And he still wants to do a black and white 5x7 (or was it 4x6? can't remember) portrait of Marilyn Monroe's face on my shoulderblade for really cheap. I suggested doing it last year but I'm not sure if I want it because so far all my tattoos have been of the very small, very easily-covered-if-needed variety. 5x7 is HUGE for me.

Anyway. It's still covered and slightly bleeding right now, so sorry, no photo. Maybe within the next couple of days when it looks better.

Kay. I'm tired (day 2 of no napping after work! Yay! body's adjusting!), light-headed and have a medium headache, so this crazytrain is goin' right to bed. Night all.

When it rains, it pours

So I got a(nother) job offer - this one for part-time work. Funny enough, it was the only place I applied for in person; as a cashier for Wal-Ma.rt.

So now I'm debating whether to call the girl back and accept an interview. But my availability has changed since I put in my application, so even thinking about it might not turn out to be anything.

However, I've calculated that I'm available for 34 hours of the week, from 4:30-10pm Mon-Wed and all day on the weekends (which would ideally be 8 hour shifts). So that's more than enough hours to fulfill the part-time requirement, which is anywhere from 12 to 24 hours a week in Canada. Is it the same in other countries?

I'm not going to lie; it'll be really nice to have the extra (extra?) money, especially right now when we're trying to catch up on bills we've let slide over the last few months. And especially in the next few months because we have a few trips and things like Cirque and birthdays and ultimately, gifts to buy as we head into the holiday season. But I've half-decided in my head already that it turns out that I'm only working, say, 12 hours a week or so, then it's not worth it. But if they give me the upper end of the workable hours, then it will be.

Funny how that works.

*PS: going for my tattoo in a couple of hours. check back later for pictures and a full report.*

Monday, September 29, 2008

Tattoo #3

So I'm getting a tattoo this week, and paying for it on Friday. This makes tattoo number 3; I'm getting a nautical star behind my right ear. I'm expecting it to hurt really badly (not much fat behind your ear) but I don't want it anywhere else.

Gotta love friends who are willing to do the work now and take payment later!


One thing I'm kinda wiffling on is - should I stick with the basic black and white, or should I do colour and white or colour and black? What do you think?

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Hello, Cutie

Hi Murph.

Big fan here. One might go as far to say as I think you're, like, totally cute. 'N stuff. You know. Sure you're a little young for me (born in 89 and all) but age shouldn't stand in the way of true love lust now should it? Besides, you're like, totally smokin'. Except, not really, because smoking = ew, bad. And you're an OHL goaltender, so smoking? definitely out.

Good game last night against what should be my team, the Ottawa 67's. Except they're not, because they suck. And you, my dear, are so much better (and cuter. did I mention cuter?). You were a little rusty in the first two periods, but with 40 shots on net and only letting 3 in, I think that's a pretty good goal shot average, don't you? Of course you do, you little munchkin!

There were some pretty rude 6-year old boys sitting a few seats over from me, Mike, just hurling abuse at you. And I really wanted to defend your honour, Murph, but they were 6 year old boys. Something tells me that wouldn't be a fair fight. Just know that I really, really wanted to, okay? Yeah, anything for you, my little love muffin.

Kudos on getting the 1st star of the game. And some of those saves, WOOOeee, those were great!! When you make the hometeam applaud for your ability when they'd rather boo, you've achieved something. I felt pretty lonely in a crowd of 9800, cheering for you and your team, but my goodness, was it ever worth it. Thanks for pulling through for me!

One day I will ask for a picture;

Love, Sarah.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

'she doesn't want me'

mom e-mailed me to say she's not sure i should come home for thanksgiving. i'm pretty upset.

i don't take rejection well. i especially don't take rejection well from someone who is (supposed) to love you unconditionally. from someone whom i seek approval in everything i do.

but this is mom; we've been fighting (again).

the question becomes, then, how tired i am of it. and if its really worth it. before; i would have told you of course it is, it always is.

now. i'm not so sure. i'm getting tired of waiting. waiting for it to be enough. for me to be enough. and i'm truly questioning if it will ever happen.

i need my mother to love me, to show that she does. not the person i was or could be, but me.

the first thing i said to keith in barely a whisper, after i read the email (tears starting to stream down my face) was 'she doesn't want me'.

and for me, it really does feel that way. for a child to think that of her mother should never happen. but it did, it does. these days, it seems like it always does.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Work Gems

For the record, the girl who trained me? Perfectly nice person. But she was also tactless in a way that was almost insulting, although I REALLY don't think she knew how she was coming across. Like, she would answer your question/help you out, but at the end add something that implied she was smarter, you were too slow/stupid to ever figure it out, stuff like that. (Or maybe I'm too overly sensitive and read too much into it?)

But case in point: At one point during my first day, I asked where the washroom was. She escorted me there - perfectly nice, right?
And then, she went as far as to point directly at the door.
Yes. Because I just beamed down from MARS and I don't know WHAT THE ONE IN THE DRESS MEANS.

Another case in point; after lunch (a half hour break) she came over and asked if I was okay with everything. Perfectly nice.
And then added "People forget everything after lunch".
Yes, because I have the attention span of a GNAT and forget everything within a half hour!!

Grrrr. All day long, little jabs like that. I really don't think she meant it the way it came across, but still. Can you say ANNOYING??!

I take my MP3 player to work, because do you realize how LOUD some 30 odd people are when they're typing away at speeds of 9000/kpm and up? REALLY, REALLY LOUD, in case you're wondering. And there's a group of people that talk. All. Day. Long. I don't know how they can type away and talk about WoW characters at the same time, but somehow, they manage to do it.
So of course, my MP3 player died today before first break (10am), because it runs off a battery. From now on, you can rest assured I will always, always ALWAYS carry an extra battery with me, because today was pretty torturous. I had to deal with a bunch of "P" forms (where all the info is already filled in, you just have to capture the signature) that I couldn't make out the signatures at ALL. One guy even signed his name in Chinese characters! Gaaah.

We're seriously thinking of getting a kennel for Molly so she doesn't destroy the house when we're gone. On Sunday she trashed the living room THREE times. That's just ridiculous! I'm so tired of picking up garbage from the floor. So the first 100$ or so we can spare is going towards that. I'm a bit worried, because you usually start puppies in kennels, not 1-year old dogs, but it's almost to the point where it HAS to be done. Does anyone have any tips on how to make it a smooth transition for her? She'd be in the kennel while we're at work, while we're sleeping, and when we're out of the house. :( She's going to hate me.

Friday, September 19, 2008

General Gabbery

Holy hell, does working full-time ever take it out of me. 6am is EARLY. Like, really really EARLY.

I survived my first half week but I'm kind of dreading doing it for five full days! Oh well. It's really mindless work - I sit at a computer all day and enter package delivery forms (tracker numbers, if its been delivered successfully or not, etc) for Canada Post. You apparently have to do almost 500 a day at 98% accuracy. Uh, slightly stressful? Would be putting it mildly.

After staring at a screen all day the last thing I kind of want to do is come home and be on the computer (Yeah Dad? I heard that "thump" from you falling off your chair in shock all the way over here), so I've been staying away. And I'm exhausted at the end of the day, so it hasn't been that hard. Something to work on is definitely our bedtime/falling asleep time (we try for 11:30ish and sometimes don't fall asleep until 12:30-1am).

I've also decided that Hello? Carpal Tunnel? Nice to meet you. I'd also like to get the feeling in my bum back, please. Who knew your ass could go numb if you sit on it for 7.5 hours a day?

The only thing I'm really struggling with is the breaks - and that's only because I'm a smoker. When you're used to lighting up whenever you want, going two and a half hours just waiting for your next one is a little hard. That being said, I've cut my smoking down dramatically - I now only smoke 4 or so throughout the entire workday. (Dad? STOP FALLING OFF YOUR CHAIR).

Now, in other news;
The Registrar's Office told me that I could not register at ALL for the course I wanted on Wednesday. So I check ACSIS on a whim on Thursday night. Guess what?! Turns out I AM registered, and I just missed my third class in a row. First midterm is next class. OH JOY. Hopefully the prof will let me have a weeks extension or something like that. Sigh.

This weekend is Keith & I's 1-year anniversary. I KNOW. Squeeee. We were going to go out for dinner tonight but K's mom had an anxiety attack and couldn't drive us. We're going tomorrow night though.

And, last but not least, congrats Michelle on finding out! That's what I voted for ;-)

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

last day of freedom

So I start tomorrow. At 6am.

Which is going to SUCK, considering Keith plays hockey tonight at 10pm, which means we don't get home to at least 11:30. And then I have to get up at 5:00am? Uh....I think some Tim Hortons (coffee) will DEFINITELY be in order tomorrow.

And then, Thursday night, I have my first class.

So I just got super busy all at once. I'm a bit worried about Molly; since I got her nearly a year ago, I've never left her alone for a full workday before. I've always had a student schedule or else been home all the time with her. She's not going to be a happy puppy for the first bit.

I get paid every week, which I hate, but Keith seems to be happy. I think he has a real fear of not having money on a weekly basis. But seriously? Unless I put some REALLY stringent rules for saving in place, my cheque is going to be gone before I know it. Blaaaah.

I'm going to enjoy my last afternoon as a free woman to the fullest. And that, for me, means I'm now going to go curl up in bed with my new book Keeping Faith by Jodi Picoult and hope that I doze off!! hahahah

PS: Kamie, your questions are coming, probably by tonight.

Monday, September 15, 2008


This song gives me the chills everytime I hear it, and I don't even like Carrie usually. Sure it's a bit cheesy, but you can't argue with goosebumps. (Seriously, you can't. They tend not to answer back, and then you just look silly, arguing with your skin).

Unfortunately, the embeddings been disabled by request, so all I can do is post a link - Just A Dream.

If you have a spare 3 minutes today, check it out :)

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Not allowed to quit.

So it looks like I'm going back to school this semester (neveryoumind that the semester started 2 weeks ago!).

Just one course, though, to kind of get me back into the administrative's "Good Books". I still have to find a full-time job to live off of; my mother is covering the cost of my course. If I do well this semester, the option to go back full-time in January is on the table (assuming, of course, financials work out).

So that's a good thing. Even if its just one credit, it's one credit closer to the goal of graduating, and (way!) sooner than I thought I could start working on it again.

Even though my mother can be batshit insane, there's something to be said for her not allowing me to quit.

Friday, September 12, 2008

fridayfive #11

it's time for the fridayfive!

Who lets you have your way more than you should?
Oh, definitely Keith. He's remarked on more than one occasion that going food shopping with me is like going with a little kid.

According to the cliche, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but what’s the way to yours?
Through my stomach ;-). lol. Um. Really? I don't know.

What’s something that should have been put away but hasn’t been?
The Heinz Ketchup bottle SHOULD be in the fridge but instead its sitting beside me on my printer.

When did you last weigh yourself?
Last night at the gym. AND NO, WE ARE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT.

What do the cops in the donut shop say?
"Oink Oink?"


Oh doooood, this is an REALLY old draft that I just found by going through my entries page. This was originally supposed to be posted on January 27th!

The tradition continues - these questions were asked of me from pidge.

1. When dating, what has to happen before you can open up to someone?
Um, well, they have to confess their undying love and devotion and put a huge sparkly ring on the fourth finger of my left hand before I....oh wait, thats not right...um. Basically I have to get to know the person.

2. What is the worst memory you have?
Being left alone when I was little little. Of course, my memory is hazy, but I think I remember being in my bedroom watching them drive away. For some reason, I also remember it was sunny that day.
But thats absurd. I was like 4 years old, there must have been SOMEBODY in the house with me.

3. What is the best memory you have?
I have a few, and it's impossible to pick just ONE. But I think...
It was summer, the summer I spent urban camping and tripping out every night with Shawn, the first summer with him. I was partially living at the Y, partially living wherever that nights trip would take us. That night we had a 'floor meeting', so the plan was I would go and then meet Shawn at Major's Hill, and then start a night of tripping. That was the summer that everybody was doing it right along with us, so there was always huge groups of people to hang out with until the drugs took over and we followed where it wanted us to go.
When I arrived on the Hill, Shawn was leaping around ballet-style in the twilight in his white linen pants, and that snippet of memory is burned into my brain as being so ethereal, so carefree - uncaring who was watching, or what anyone thought - just doing what he felt like precisely in the moment.
That insignificant little scene captured the whole essence of that particular summer for me. We were truly free that summer, in a way that I never knew you could be.

4. What is the longest piece of text that you can recite off by heart?
Which is longer, the Canadian Anthem or the poem Flander's Field?

5. What is your favourite thing to do at 9:30 at night?
Usually we're eating dinner at that time or else watching TV or doing both at the same time.

1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your favorite song.
2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your blog with the answers to these questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask others in your own post.
5. When others respond with a desultory comment, you will ask them five questions.

Thursday, September 11, 2008


So I got the e-mail back on the "dream venue".....


The actual amount to rent the space itself? TOTALLY WITHIN OUR BUDGET.

Freakin' out jussssst a little bit. JUST A LITTLE.

The catering services are separate, of course, and the venue deals with five, with their in-house one holding the liquor license (so I'm guessing that means two separate contracts if you decide to use one of the other ones). Oh, and I have to add: it's not just ONE of the spaces we want that's within budget, they ALL are (well, one is 125$ over, but COME ON).

Have I mentioned theknot being quite the handy dandy tool? Especially the budgeting sheet. You just type in your budget, the number of guests and then the number of attendants on each side, and it calculates what you can afford in each category.

In case you're wondering why I'm spending my time on theknot.com (even though I've got, according to their countdown, 1101 more days to go! Hee), I'm unemployed. And it gets boring around here. And when faced with doing yet another load of dishes or browsing pretty flowers and wedding dresses and invitations, I'd rather do the latter, thankyouverymuch.

But speaking of unemployment, I may not be unemployed for long. I got a call today that there might be a possibility of a job for data entry, provided I do the qualifying tests, yaddayaddayadda. Only thing(s) I hate about it is that it's an overnight job - 10pm to 6am - and it's in the West End of the city, which is a bit far. Oh well.

Heeheeheee. The guy from Monty Python is on TV singing how great it is to have an *ahem* boy part. He's funny!

Kay, that's enough chatter. I'm off to do the qualifying tests. Boom bada bing bada bing!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008


Oooh, I'm naughty.

Well, not really, but! stay with me here. A couple of nights ago I asked Keith if it would freak him out if I called/emailed our dream venue and asked for basic info, like their waiting list and basic cost. He made me wait an hour to "think about it" (I'm laughing as I type this).

But eventually he said yes, so I just e-mailed and asked. The naughty part is that I said I had "recently gotten engaged" (still giggling).

They'll get back to me in the next day or so. I'm really not holding my breath, I'm expecting it to be zillions and zillions of dollars and SO OUT of our budget it'll make me weep.

Molly puked up THREE (count them, THREE) peach pits today. Not that we feed her peaches, or stoned fruit at ALL, but she goes into the garbage and gets them. So fustrating, because of course I have to clean it up. GAAH. Stupid dog!

Can you tell I'm procrastinating on cleaning the living room? And bathroom? And foyer? And bedroom? Blaaah.

Also, gained 4 pounds in THREE days. HOW THE HELL DOES THAT HAPPEN?! You know what? At this point its easier to just give up and become a big fat blob with stubby little legs and I have to roll everywhere. SERIOUSLY.

Kay, I'm off to eat some apple pie. Because, you know, gotta start working on that big fat rolling blob thing.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008



Fall, for me, for ages, has meant lots of travelling. I don't go home for Christmas - for many reasons - but one of them is that I do not want to be stuck on a Greyhound bus while its iffy weather outside somewhere along the 10 hour trip to my mother's house (also, the cost? astronomical. geesh). So instead, I head home for the Thanksgiving weekend.

And this year Keith is coming with me. We've been able to split up the holidays with little fuss - Thanksgiving with my family, Christmas with his - although I did ask Keith's Mom as a courtesy if she would mind if I took him away for that weekend (I had to ask her anyways if she would be able to look after Molly for the four days we're away so we don't have to spend mucho dollar for the doggy jail).

Also, in November, we gather together at my Uncles house in Toronto to celebrate my Grandma's birthday, even though she died in early 2007. She would have been 91 this year.

After I received the invite, I immediately e-mailed back and asked if I could bring Keith. So, yep, he'll be meeting 75% of my immediate family at this gathering and there's been a couple talks about making it a proper weekend away with a hotel and such (the party is Saturday afternoon).

So I'm looking forward to the next couple of months. While I'm not too fond of a five hour (Toronto) to ten hour (Mom's) squishy ride on a Greyhound, I DO love getting away. And I love spending that time with Keith.


Sunday, September 7, 2008

Election 2008 - Meet the Candidates

Our Prime Minster went to our head of state today - the Governor General - and asked her to officially dissolve Parliament.

Our election date is October 14th, a strategic move by the PM who may want a ballot ahead of the US election, which could put a Democrat in the White House and encourage Canadians to choose a more liberal government (our current government is Conservative).
Canada has five major parties, each with a leader elected by the party members. All five will be on the ballot come October 14th.

Bloc Quebecois:

Leader: Gilles Duceppe

Conservative Party of Canada:

Leader: Stephan Harper (current Prime Minister)

Liberal Party of Canada

Leader: Stephane Dion

New Democratic Party of Canada

Leader: Jack Layton

Green Party of Canada

Leader: Elizabeth May

Friday, September 5, 2008

Who could have known?

Lately I've been thinking alot of how my life is turning out, and how every single aspect of it is totally unexpected. And so far I've avoided talking about what exactly brought me to this point, because most of you know it already, and because it's rather unpleasant. But. I'm driving myself crazy by posting nothing but distractions the last few weeks.

Who knew I would leave home at 17, and move 8.5 hours away from any real support system? Who knew I would drop out of high school (ME, folks, ME, who thought University would be her big escape and had been dreaming about it since Grade 9?). And who the HELL would have thought I would develop addictions to certain street drugs? That's something you deal with every day, the flashbacks and cravings when you're stressed out, or feeling down about your life. It involves developing a whole new way of coping in nearly every aspect of your life, new social scene, new everything. Added to the whole thing is the stigma of even being an addict in the first place, and being able to talk about it anywhere else than stupid smoky AA/NA meetings. Which is not my scene. Definitely not.

Who knew I would fail out of college? And who could predict how much of a failure I feel like for doing so? While I'm going to go back (as soon as I get the tuition charge cleared off my record, I'll be taking a course part-time this fall), its still there. That feeling of total inadequacy. Who fails out of college these days? Who can't pull it together long enough to pass a few bloody courses and get a f*$king piece of paper?

And who knew I'd still be waiting for the day where what I'm doing is "good enough" for my Mother. I've come to the sad realization that that day may never happen, and actually most likely won't. There will always be something else that I'm not doing well enough for her, even if I weighed 130 pounds, pulled a 70K annual salary, lived in a half-million dollar house, drove a fancy car, was married with children, etc. I don't know what she could deem "not good enough" in that scenario, but trust me, she would. Undoubtably.
And while this saddens me beyond belief, and makes me at some times feel like cutting her out of my life completely, I love her. She is MY MOTHER, for crissakes. Even if she's toxic.
*sigh*. So many issues with her. So many, sometimes I drown in them.

And, biggest shocker of all (other than the college thing)? Finding 'the one' at such a young age. I mean, I always thought about it in the abstract sense, you know, finding someone when I was in my 30's. Faceless guy, faceless children. But now I wake up everyday and he's sleeping beside me. He's IT. And I daydream about whether our children will inherit his eyes, my sense of humor, his work-ethic, my hair colour.
And I worry that, while he's IT right now, will he still be my IT when I'm 40? My parents situation (separating after 30+ years of marriage) has taught me that you can never take your situation for granted. It's not that I worry that I'm making the wrong choice with him, though. Because the way I feel when I think about him and think about us, its a feeling that goes deep into my bones, a feeling of utter peace and comfort, a feeling I've never felt before in my life. And while I'm hesitant to use the tired old cliché of "you just know", its kind of like that. There's no words to describe it adequately.

But you can never predict what life is going to throw at you. What if we lose a child? What if we have a child with a severe disability? What if....? Will our marriage be stronger for it? Or will it crumble?
And the worst part of it is that its not as if you can know, for SURE, until it's happening to you. I think it would be foolish to issue a blanket statement of "oh of course, we'll be fine" because, really, HOW the hell can you know? You can't. You can't even BEGIN to imagine. Until it happens. And then .... what?

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Ahhh, brainfluff.

So it's September. And fall. (Gee, SHOCKER)


Oh yeah baby, it's new season time!!!

I'm such a television junkie. It's actually not funny, but it is, because it's just that bad. I blame never being able to watch TV on schoolnights when I was younger to my excessive amount of TV watching now.

And, can I just say, I'm SO SO SO happy and grateful that something like PVR exists, because if it didn't, Keith and I would fight. Hockey vs. Whatever show is on that night. It seems silly to fight over something as trivial as the TV, but MAN. Don't mess with my TV viewing pleasure, mmmkay? (Also, it means never having to choose between two shows at the same time, BOO-YEAH)

OH, and another thing, Keith's parents are MEAN. They told me Criminal Minds and Boston Legal weren't coming back for another season at dinner tonight. I believed them for all of five minutes, but gosh, the Internetz is such a handy-dandy tool.

(Is anyone getting what I'm saying or am I just coming off as a crazy girl who appears to want to marry her TV?)

Mmm, so, anyway, getting back to the point - NEW SEASONS! OF TV SHOWS! OMFG!
I'm trying to keep them all straight in my head of when they premiere. So far I know that:
  • Project Runway 5 is on at 10pm on Mondays.
  • America's Next Top Model is on at 8pm on Wednesdays.
  • 90210 is on at 9pm on Tuesdays.(btw, DO NOT LAUGH. This is TOTALLY Keith's choice. For serious).

I think that's it for what debuted this week.

The other shows I watch and when they debute:

  • Heroes, Mon., Sept 22nd
  • Boston Legal (SO MUCH LOVE for this show. OMG. It's ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS how much I love this show) - Mon., Sept 22nd
  • House Tues., Sept. 16th
  • Eli Stone (IN LOVE with this show. SO IN LOVE) - no idea yet (??!)
  • So You Think You Can Dance Canada, Thurs., Sept. 11
  • Criminal Minds, Wed., Sept. 24
  • CSI: NY, Wed., Sept. 24
  • ER, Thurs., Sept. 25
  • Grey's Anatomy, Thurs., Sept. 25
  • The Amazing Race, Sun., Sept. 28
  • Desperate Housewives, Sun., Sept. 28
  • Flashpoint has been running throughout the summer and ITS AMAZING. OH GOD.
  • Cold Case - still have to find out the where and when of the new season (??!)

(One more thing: Um, finding ALL of this information and stuff? Kinda annoying to do, seeing as its on, like, 3 different channels, and OF COURSE you get the American channel its on instead of the Canadian one, and its all very unstraightforward, and just this side of fustrating. GRRR.

It's like the part in Hitchhikers Guide where Arthur Dent found out where the plans for the new by-pass were on display - in a basement with no lights and no stairs, "on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard."

Yep. EXACTLY like that.)

So, uh, moving along now; enough about my fetish. What shows are you looking forward to the premiere of? Which ones are you not? Are there any new shows this year you're willing to check out? Which ones and why?

Bedtime Rituals

Me: Just out of the shower, brushing my teeth.
Keith: still in the shower, washing.

Keith: I don't think our soaps should mix. They might make baby soaps.
Sarah: Nah, they won't. Mommy's on protection. And Daddy's sperm can't do the job.
Sarah: [ sly smile ] Well, do you wanna try it?
Keith: What, make baby soaps?
Sarah: Suuurrre. If that's what you wanna call it.

Please tell me I'm not the ONLY ONE who finds the above exchange funny.


Wednesday, September 3, 2008

I got nothin'. Seriously. Nothin'

Why am I so driven to post in a time when I have absolutely nothing going on?
Wow. Is this post ever hard to write. I've tried to start it no less than 9 times, all on different subjects, and I keep hitting the delete key on all of them.

I've attempted to write about school, jobfront, defense on my alcohol consumption (or lack thereof), my cat's day, the issues with my mother, my addiction to the Sims (what IS it with that game? It's boring and pointless yet OH SO ENGROSSING), past boyfriends, a tirade of how pissed off I'm getting over coughing so hard I have to pant for 10 seconds afterwards to get my breath back (OH MY, that's attractive. not), my (lack of a) social life, all the while bopping along to some of Tupac's greatest hits (currently playing "Wonder why they call you bitch", ahwwyeah).

Quick poll here: Who thinks I use parenthesis too often?

Another quick poll: When faced with a bottle of alcohol that WILL NOT OPEN, would you have done the same?

Monday, September 1, 2008

I'd like some cheese to go with this whine, please.

I'm not quite sure what to talk about. Didn't really post anything of substance last week because, uh, well, lets just call it "family drama" and leave it at that, because at this point all I really want to do is cover my ears and pull a "LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU".
Geesh. Mothers.

This weekend I've been wondering when exactly I lost the will to drink. Before I would use any excuse to get drunk (what? it's wednesday? time to get a couple of cheap 40's!), now I'm either never in the mood or deem it too much effort. And, in the rare instances I do drink, 9 out 10 times I just get a thumping headache on the road to drunk and its just not worth it. Huh.

Also having trouble breathing and I have a wicked cough that takes my breath away, all the time. Keith keeps telling me "I should go to the doctors" but I know what they'll say, so why bother? Smokers get no credit at the doctors. Hell, we get no credit anywhere. C'est la vie, ma cherie.

Oooooh, PROJECT RUNWAY 5 starts tonight!! I know it's probably over by now in the States, so if any of you have already seen it, LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU.

Molly's been very sucky all day, but she's sucking up to ..... Keith? What? Not that I'm jealous or anything. Nope. Not at ALL. Really.

Well, that effectively killed fifteen minutes of boredom. Back to playing the Sims, I guess. Yawn.