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[Jul. 1st, 2008|05:19 pm] |
i should probably mention
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wolfstooth.blogspot.com
don't add me as a friend or anything because i don't know how it works
just read it if you're bored |
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| love and zzz's |
[Feb. 25th, 2008|10:25 am] |
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please disregard this post: http://melissaac.livejournal.com/1848.html. i must have had some sort of epiphany, because i love sleeping with and next to jay. i love knowing he's next to me. i love waking up to his face. my god, i even love when he spoons me. i have the best nights and mornings ever with him. even our naps are fun. in fact, i feel as though we could live in bed together for the rest of our lives (or for the next few hours, at the very least). the only time we'd get up is to go to the bathroom. oh, and to eat; crumbs in bed are disgusting. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2007|01:39 pm] |
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a bum called bullshit on me the other day. he was like "do you have any spare change?" and i was like "no, sorry". he said he didn't believe me and started ranting about how he got a tuna sandwich for christmas. then he called me a whore as i walked away. bums of the city: the income i am supplying you with depends way more on your kindness towards me than on my pity towards you. be nice.
speaking of mean bums, there's a hilarious one who chills (or lives?) on the steps of the church near concordia. a few months ago vanessa ignored his totally rude request for change, and he shouted out "i can tell you're arab by your ugly tits". it seemed funny at the time (and boy did i laugh), but in retrospect i feel bad. especially because i think vanessa cried.
another time i had a full loaf of freshly baked bread left after a picnic. i offered it to a street punk girl and she was like "no, i don't want that". what? aren't you poor?
ah i don't even know why i'm writing. i'm bored and jay is out of town. this is the first time in 8 months that we're apart. it feels weird :( |
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| dear diary |
[Dec. 16th, 2007|01:32 pm] |
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i had basically forgotten all about this thing.. until today!, that is.
so it's holiday time. i used to love this time of year, but i now have zero fondness for it. finals are getting in the way of all the fun stuff like playing hockey, snowboarding, cuddling by the fire and whatever other things people do in december. as soon as my last exam ends (wednesday), i'm going to try to partake in these activities. i'm also looking forward to sleeping, arts and crafts-ing some presents and watching holiday classics like home alone 1 through 30 (?).
friday was my office christmas party. i didn't go because i've only been there a few months and haven't really made any friends. that's sad, right? but i'm really shy, and on some level probably indifferent to befriending coworkers. we had alcohol at work on friday, too. a woman came up to me and said, "hey new girl, do you want some holiday spirit?" and proceeded to hand me a shot. the fact that basically no one knows my name and that i'm still referred to as "new girl" sucks, but then again i don't know the woman's name either, and even after eventually learning it, it will forever be interchangeable with "old lady who offered me jello shots." instead of attending my own christmas party, i hostessed another company's. luckily this entitled me to open bar, because as the night progressed (and as the mainly-male attendees got drunker and drunker), i realized that old men are gross. my cousin and i were consistently hit on - in very sloppy, raunchy manners - by men who were not only married, but whose wives were in the next room. at one point a short fat man in a pinstriped suit (he looked like danny devito, to give you an idea) approached us and asked us if we'd "kissed the boss." i answered that no, we shook his hand. he then replied "impossible. I'M the boss" and stuck his sweaty cheek in my face. sadly no amount of grappa could erase this from my memory.
i wish i could post a picture of me, right now. i mean i could, but i'm too lazy to take one. i look like shit. i wish jay was here so we could playfight and build forts. but whenever we build forts he wages war on mine and farts in it until it smells so bad i have to retreat.
ok i'm out of conversation. in closing the comments on this thread angered me:
http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/18478153.html#cutid1 |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2007|07:24 pm] |
après moi le déluge,
pourvu que je m'en sorte |
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