there's always other boys, there's always other boyfriends

i refuse to believe that women are the more complicated species. we're not that hard to figure out. just don't piss us off, and you'll be fine.

boys on the other hand? someone needs to write a manual. and none of that 'he's just not that into you' bullshit.

now, i'm sitting alone drinking a keith's. i. don't. even. like. beer.

as you can see, i'm having issues.

*you can make him like you - the hold steady*

i've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots

it's 10:06 pm. i opted out of a movie date with a friend because i was so tired i could hardly stay awake - which resulted in me falling asleep on the couch for an hour, waking up to an old episode of survivor on tvtropolis, and subsequently having a boring saturday night alone. and now, it's bedtime and i'm not tired. what a waste of a perfectly good evening. boo. hiss.

grey cup sunday tomorrow. i've got cold beer in the fridge, and chips and dip. i think that's what people like when they watch football.

i have nothing of importance to say. i'm really just trying to pass the time until my body agrees with my mind and i can go to bed. i will say this though. i re-watched the royal tenenbaums this week, and i forgot how much i love it.

this was incredibly boring. i apologize for wasting your time. and internet space. i'll post again when i figure out if the things i find interesting in my life at this exact moment turn out to be actually interesting.

*the sound of settling - death cab for cutie*

you will pay for your excessive charm

so, the riders won! i imagine everyone at work appreciated my green cupcakes which i proudly adorned with the rider logo. people at my work have no shame. i'm sure i could have emblazened the cupcakes with pictures of noriega and they would have been gobbled just as swiftly.

and despite the cupcakes getting the day started right, it was a crazy busy day at work today. you know you're stressed when you start telling people you're going to stab the next person who ticks you off with a rusty spoon. and why a spoon? because it'll hurt more.

*details of the war - clap your hands say yeah*

i want a perfect soul

ahoy!

i am back from the land of wind and pasta, aka vancouver. my suitcase is a little heavier, and my visa a little more well-used. but, i have to say i did show some restraint. well, that and i didn't really find anything i loved loved loved and had to have. all in all, a good weekend was had.

i didn't take any photos, although i did have my camera. not sure why. but, i did almost take three pictures. i will summarize them for you. the first, was a picture of a sticker that said '911 was an inside job'. these stickers were scattered several places downtown, and for some reason amused me. the second potential picture was of a store called 'clog world'. yeah, i kid you not. and the third was of a store called 'doggy style bakery'. no explanation needed on that one. (to it's defense, it was a bakery for dogs...but come on. and like half a block away from davie? really?)

i don't really have any enjoyable stories to share, but i do feel the need to ponder something out loud. or, on the internet i suppose. why is it that i only get hit on by really creepy men? why dear lord, why? twice this weekend. and i have blocked the exact words from my brain, but i'm pretty sure the one dude said "oooooh yeah" as he walked by. wtf? it brings back my ptsd on the time a guy said he'd like to smother me in ice cream and lick it off.

well, rather than ending things on that note, i will mention that i was helped by the most amazing looking concierge today, and i wish i had taken his offer to walk me and my bags accross the street, solely for the fact that i could have looked at him for three more minutes. sometimes i am so stupid.

*creep - radiohead*

i did it once and my parents got pretty upset

my body hates me. i had vietnamese food for dinner, and now my entire gi tract is declaring nuclear war. if my stomach could get out of my body and punch me in the face, it would.

not only does my body hate me, but my kitchen does too. apparently, somehow every single dish in my house managed to dirty itself. i really don't know how it happened. maybe while i sleep i have some kind of 'beauty and the beast' thing going on. that really is the only logical explanation.

i also think i just saw a hairball on the floor. i wish my magical kitchen would start to pull it's own weight and vacuum.

in other news, i love electronic music. specifically, i love daft punk. i think i would give my right kidney to go to a daft punk concert. the crazy pyramid thing they have going blows my teeny mind. blows it.

all for now.

*north american scum - lcd soundsystem*

i'm not unfaithful but i'll stray

i like buying expensive handbags. i own one bag that alone is worth more than a month's rent.

but my favourite/most used bag, and the one i get the most compliments on? a $14.99 old navy bag that i bought two years ago. consider my mind boggled.

and not only do i like buying handbags, i love buying cookbooks. love it. i just bought two today - a new nigella lawson, and a new jamie oliver. and since today is actually my saturday (due to working yesterday), i have ample time to puruse, and perhaps try a couple of new recipes this weekend.

okay, the morning coffee rush is officially over as of this exact second. must. go nap.

*back in your head - tegan and sara*

children cross their hearts and hope to die

last night i had a dream that my house was on fire.

not my whole house though. i smelled smoke, and noticed that one of the shirts piled in my closet was getting singed. i walked over, and realized that the electrical sockets were glowing, and there was a fire brewing in the walls.

so, i ran to call 9-1-1. which i could do (which was a relief, as an old recurring dream of mine was that i could never actually dial 9-1-1 correctly), and i asked for a fire truck to come. then the operator asked what kind of response i wanted. and i said, 'quick!'. so she then informed me that in my city, the real fire fighters didn't start until 4:30 am (and it was only 3:30 am at the time) so she would have to send out community fire fighters.

so, after hanging up i ran back to my room to collect whatever i thought i could save from the fire. and what did i search for? what did i want to take out of the fire? pictures? my blanket? passport? wallet? no. i was digging around trying to find my marc jacobs purse.

priorities, my friends.

the good news was the firemen (the two of them, dressed in plain clothes...and of course totally hot) showed up, and determined the fire could be put out. what did they use to extinguish it? soft boiled eggs. yup. they just took some eggs, and stuck them in the electrical sockets.

apparently, i need to give up my crack addiction.

*burn the witch - queens of the stone age*