This may well be the stupidest thing I've seen in a very long time. And I've seen some pretty stupid things. I work in a breakfast restaurant. Go watch it here!
Sunday, May 28, 2006
The Stupidest Video Ever
This may well be the stupidest thing I've seen in a very long time. And I've seen some pretty stupid things. I work in a breakfast restaurant. Go watch it here!
Friday, May 26, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Thanks Charlene!
I just got the nicest congratulations on getting into grad school card from my friend Charlene in Halifax! So I'm posting it here for everybody to see. Thanks Charlene! It also came with a Starbucks card inside which makes it even better! Who loves Starbucks? I do! (Yes I know I'm a dork. But thanks for asking!).
More Fun Than a Barrel of Monkeys!
I'm so in love with this bathing suit it's not even funny. Well, I guess it might be a little bit funny. Because it's a bathing suit and I'm a human being so obviously it could never work between us. But that just doesn't stop a girl from dreaming...*sigh*
Friday, May 19, 2006
Dragon-y Doglet of Doom
Yep. Dragon-y Doglet of Doom. My friend the Senor took this photo. Now ask him how many shots it took him to get it just right...okay, so you can't actually ask him because he's not here (neither am I if you really think about it but whatever, lets move on) but apparently it was quite a few. And I like it. Because god knows I love my doglet. And who wouldn't? Don't answer that. Anyway, let's make with the updating for those of you who are no doubt chomping at the bit, just dying to hear what's been going on in my super fabulous life. Well, nothing really. I'm pretty damn boring. I had a bit of a meltdown earlier in the week...that was fun. I'm pretty good at dealing with the stress and the whatnot but every now and then it gets to be a little too much and...yeah. But I'm feeling much better now. :-) Other than than that I've been working at the restaurant, doing the freelance design-y stuff (I have 3 pretty big projects on the go - hence the stress) trying to get a jump on the moving preparation (not going so well at all) and trying to fit in some quality time with my friends. And the doglet. Sweet doglet of love. My running schedule (I have a schedule!) has also pretty much derailed this week. But I'm back on it as of this evening (provided I can remove my ass from my computer chair long enough to actually do some running). And now I've exhausted my allotted blogging time (I have everything scheduled at the moment...grrr) and have to get back to work in order to be able to take my allotted lunching time, which is immensely valuable to me. Mostly because I've doubled it up with my allotted mid-day tv watching time. Mmm...tv lunching...okay bye!
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Funny Time!
Okay, a friend of mine sent me this and it made me laugh. It's a good thing. Go there now.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
I Stole This From Someone on MySpace...
If you are 30 or older you will appreciate this...
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious
Diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what
With walking twenty-five miles to school every morning .. Uphill
BOTH ways .. Through year 'round blizzards. Carrying their younger
Siblings on their backs ... To their one-room schoolhouse, where they
Maintained a Straight-A average, despite their full- time,
After-school job at the local textile mill .... Where they worked for
35 cents an hour just to help keep their family from starving to
Death!
And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way
In hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about
How hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But now that...
I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and
Notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared
To my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it but
You kids today you don't know how good you've got it! I mean, when I
Was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know
Something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves,
In the card catalog!!
There was no e mail We had to actually write somebody a letter ..
With a Pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and
Put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there!
There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to
Hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you
Had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd
Usually talk over the beginning and @..*% it all up!
And talk of about hardship? You couldn't just download porn! You had to
Steal it from your brother or bribe some homeless dude to buy you a
Copy of "Hustler" at the 7-11! Those were your options!
We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone
And somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we
didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you
Had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss,
Your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't
Know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!
We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with
High-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like
"Space Invaders" and "Asteroids" and the graphics sucked ass! Your
Guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!
And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen
Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder
And harder and fast ER and faster until you died! ... Just like LIFE!
When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium
Seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some
Old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, you
Were just screwed!
Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 15
Channels and there was no onscreen menu and no remote control! You had
To use a ! little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You
Were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your
Ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel and there was no
Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday
Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for
Cartoons, you spoiled little bastards!
And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up .. We
Had to use the stove or go build a frigging fire . Imagine that!
If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid JiffyPop thing and
Shake it over the stove forever like an idiot. That's exactly what
I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're
Spoiled.
You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980.
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious
Diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what
With walking twenty-five miles to school every morning .. Uphill
BOTH ways .. Through year 'round blizzards. Carrying their younger
Siblings on their backs ... To their one-room schoolhouse, where they
Maintained a Straight-A average, despite their full- time,
After-school job at the local textile mill .... Where they worked for
35 cents an hour just to help keep their family from starving to
Death!
And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way
In hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about
How hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But now that...
I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and
Notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared
To my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it but
You kids today you don't know how good you've got it! I mean, when I
Was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know
Something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves,
In the card catalog!!
There was no e mail We had to actually write somebody a letter ..
With a Pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and
Put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there!
There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to
Hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you
Had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd
Usually talk over the beginning and @..*% it all up!
And talk of about hardship? You couldn't just download porn! You had to
Steal it from your brother or bribe some homeless dude to buy you a
Copy of "Hustler" at the 7-11! Those were your options!
We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone
And somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we
didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you
Had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss,
Your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't
Know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!
We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with
High-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like
"Space Invaders" and "Asteroids" and the graphics sucked ass! Your
Guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!
And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen
Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder
And harder and fast ER and faster until you died! ... Just like LIFE!
When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium
Seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some
Old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, you
Were just screwed!
Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 15
Channels and there was no onscreen menu and no remote control! You had
To use a ! little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You
Were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your
Ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel and there was no
Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday
Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for
Cartoons, you spoiled little bastards!
And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up .. We
Had to use the stove or go build a frigging fire . Imagine that!
If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid JiffyPop thing and
Shake it over the stove forever like an idiot. That's exactly what
I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're
Spoiled.
You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980.
Monday, May 15, 2006
What Crappy Christmas Gift Am I You ask?
| You Are Socks! |
 Cozy and warm... but easily lost. You make a good puppet. |
I'm so very addicted to these stupid surveys...
What Beer Am I You Ask?
| You Are Corona |
 You don't drink for the love of beer. You drink to get drunk. You prefer a very light, very smooth beer. A beer that's hardly a beer at all. And while you make not like the taste of beer, you like the feeling of being drunk. You drink early and often. Sometimes with friends. Sometimes alone. All the party needs is you! |
Blahblahblah
"I'm a total sucker for all those nine-minute remixes that pile as many rappers onto one song as possible. The idea of all these people coming in, doing 16 bars each and then leaving excites me. You, too, will benefit from collective efforts this week. Orgies will become more than the sum of their parts, perhaps obliterating all memory of your original twosome."
So that's my new horoscope for this week. What is it about these horoscope people that makes them want to make my life sound so much more interesting than it really is? And now that I have this spicy new prediction swirling around in the back of my mind how can I possibly be expected to be satisfied with the boring slog that is my real life? Why are the horoscope-y type people torturing me so? And what exactly do they mean by orgies becoming more than the sum of their parts? I'm very confused. Which is not really anything new.
Ack! I'm feeling a little twitchy today as I've been sitting in front on my computer working (actual work, not just traipsing around the internet seeing what there is to see) for about 5 hours now. Okay, maybe 4. But that's 4 hours straight! And I've been awfully productive. It's true. Every word. So now I'm going to venture out and get myself some lunchy goodness and maybe a little Chai latte action. Yum!
So that's my new horoscope for this week. What is it about these horoscope people that makes them want to make my life sound so much more interesting than it really is? And now that I have this spicy new prediction swirling around in the back of my mind how can I possibly be expected to be satisfied with the boring slog that is my real life? Why are the horoscope-y type people torturing me so? And what exactly do they mean by orgies becoming more than the sum of their parts? I'm very confused. Which is not really anything new.
Ack! I'm feeling a little twitchy today as I've been sitting in front on my computer working (actual work, not just traipsing around the internet seeing what there is to see) for about 5 hours now. Okay, maybe 4. But that's 4 hours straight! And I've been awfully productive. It's true. Every word. So now I'm going to venture out and get myself some lunchy goodness and maybe a little Chai latte action. Yum!
Thursday, May 11, 2006
My Horoscope For Today! Yeow!
"It's hard to imagine now, but people used to just let their body hair grow and grow. Sex meant puffy mountains of curly-q's all intertwining with each other. You're in a noninterventionist mood this week, feeling groovy and laissez-faire. Let things take their natural course instead of trying to redirect them, and you'll find yourself entangled with someone on the sun-bleached deck of a pleasurecraft."
Gives a whole new meaning to the name "pleasurecraft" doesn't it? Tee hee. Whatever. But hey, at least it's a cheery horoscope about body hair. Sweet.
Gives a whole new meaning to the name "pleasurecraft" doesn't it? Tee hee. Whatever. But hey, at least it's a cheery horoscope about body hair. Sweet.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
MasterRace (no Senor, I'm not talking about you)
Don't worry, I'm not getting all political on you...I'll leave that to the Senor. But I did find this on someone's profile on mySpace and it made me laugh. So here you go.
Lay Off the Crack People!
Okay, so who in their right mind would actually shell out $90 US for a Spudz Mackenzie sweatshirt?! Who!? Senor, I forbid you from answering because you are obviously not in your right mind by any stretch of the imagination. But who else?! Okay, I could see $90 for an Alf hoodie or maybe one of those "Where's the Beef?" sweatshirts but SPUDZ?! Whatever. This is a sign. The end is nigh. Nigh I tell you!
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
This is the BEST Show EVER!
Seriously. It's both the worst and best thing I've seen all day. Sort of in the same vein as America's Next Top Model and The Flavor of Love. Which are all just wrong on a whole lot of levels and yet still so damn right. I really need to go for my run now but there's just something really compelling about watching one of the Gotti sons trying to sing. His poor father must just cringe. Do think he watches the show in jail?
83 Days
That's all I've got to say today. 83 days left. Yo. Oh, and I'm totally over the feeling squishy about a certain friend of mine who will remain nameless (you know who you are!) since they continuously refuse to acknowledge me cute (damn you it IS cute!) squishiness. And will obviously not miss me at all. Wait a minute..."me cute squishiness?" What am I? A pirate?! That would be awesome. I could wear my great new bras (I'd have to buy more with me pirate booty - tee hee, I said booty - before I set sail on the high seas) and one of those skanky girl pirate shirts with the ruffles and the whatnot and an eye patch, (not because I'd need it but just because I could) and it would be awesome. I'd make Lilo wear a little pirate hat and sit on my shoulder all the time. It would be so sweet! I'd need to get a gold tooth too. With a little skull on it. With diamonds for eyes. Then I'd be hardcore. No peg legs though. A girl's gotta draw the line somewhere and that's where this girl draws hers. And now I'm off for my stinkin' run. Grrr. I'm so lazy. But I'm on this 24 week training program so yeah. or should I say, yaaaaaaaaarrrrrr!?
Monday, May 08, 2006
My Dog in a Baseball Glove
This is my dog in a baseball glove. Who doesn't love a dog in a baseball glove?!
Oooo...
How crazy is this...84 days until I move! Yikes! I've really got mixed feelings about this whole moving thing. On the one hand I'm really looking forward to moving somewhere new-ish and starting school and all that (yay! school! I'm such a geek!) but on the other hand I'm really sad to be moving away from the Senor, the friends and family and my apartment (I love my apartment). And the island. It's just so damn pretty here. Today I took the doglet out for a drive around Cowichan Valley and then we wandered around Cowichan Bay for awhile and it was really nice. Makes me feel all squishy and sentimental. Grrr. Am not a squishy girl! :-)
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Alright...I Caved...
I couldn't help myself! I'm addicted to the comments! And I can't for the life of me figure out why the other one wasn't working with the commenty goodness so fuck it. Here's yet another lame ass template instead. So you'd damn well better give me some commenty lovin'! Give it! Now! Where is it?! Where is the love!?
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I Hate Roofers and Their Stinky Ass Tar!
Yes. It's true. I hate them! Fuck them and their stinky tar! The roofers currently working on the parking area however are pretty funny for a variety of reasons. First of all, the main roofer appears to be wearing what may well be the worst wig I've ever seen. Truly. It looks like something that might've come out of a cat. I was going to try to take a sneaky pic of him but he's surprisingly alert. He's also amusing because everytime I leave my apartment he stops working to attempt to chat. He told me to come on up and he'd put me to work. Oddly enough, not high on my list of priorities. Last time I ventured out to the laundry room there was a crazy amount of smoke billowing out of their little tar melting machine (I have no idea what it's actually called) and he was in the middle of a spat with his assistant tar monkey that went like this...
ATM (assistant tar monkey): Seriously, I think it's burning.
MTM (main tar monkey): What are you talking about?
ATM: Um, well, the crazy amount of smoke that just started coming out.
MTM: No, that's normal. I don't see a lot of smoke.
ATM: No really, it's burning. It really is.
And so on. Meanwhile, the entire block is engulfed in a cloud of yummy tar smoke that was so thick it made me nostalgic for the rolling fogs of Halifax. Which incidentally smell a whole lot better than the tar fog I'm currently living in.
And it's making me cough. More. Which I didn't think was possible as I've been praying for a swift death pretty much all morning. I fucking hate fucking tar monkeys and their stinking burning (or not) tar melting machine.
Switcheroo
Okay so I went back to the fun skin because people rarely leave comments anyway and it looked so boring when I switched it to the black. So yeah. No comments for you. Except for the annonymous comment that made it through before the switch. And to that comment I say Viva La Lederhosen my friend!
Monday, May 01, 2006
Consider Yourselves Lucky I Don't Forward These Anymore!
As you know, I don't get out much which leads me to spend insane amounts of time running in circles around the apartment with the doglet (shut up, she likes it), plucking my eyebrows (you didn't think these babies were just like this naturally did you?!), watching dvd tv (oh god I need seasons 4, 5, 6 and 7 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer!) and filling out retarded questionnaires. I just can't help myself. But seriously, just consider yourselves lucky that I no longer bother forwarding them to everybody I know. :-)
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
"...romantic. He gets up and paces nervously, tak-" I really believe that this question should involve a page farther into the book. Seriously. There's so seldom anything juicy on page 18. And my book was a good one! Funny and interesting and all of that. Witty even! But what do you get in line 4, page 18? Crap! Crap I tell you!
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
Air. Oh my god. This is the worst questionnaire thingy answer ever. I should just start making shit up. Hot, fuzzy man balls. There. That's better. Actually, no. It's not really. It's kind of more eeew than actually better. Oh well.
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?:
The Simpsons. It was the one where they have the softball team and Homer makes his magic bat called Wonderbat (the name of my next pet incidentally) and he's super good and they make it to the finals and then Mr. Burns brings in all these professional baseball players to make sure they win and it's sad. And then bad things happen to the players which is funny. And then Homer wins.
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 8:42 pm.
5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?:
8:26 pm. Not bad! Yeow! I'm on fire! Not literally though. If I were on fire literally I'd probably stop typing. I mean, not right away because I would have to explain that I was on fire but after that. For sure.
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?:
The ugly people downstairs wandering around their apartment aimlessly lamenting the pointlessness of their mundane existance and eyeing their ceiling enviously wondering what excitement is going on up here in my house o' excitement. At least that's what I'm assuming they're doing. It's reasonable.
7: When did you last step outside?
A couple of hours ago when I took my sweet doglet of licky love for a walk. We wandered. We mosied. We may even have sauntered a little. Until she got a leaf in her paw and refused to budge until I took it out. That was fun. And then there was the little stick. Oh, and some prickly grassy stuff. But all in all it was good. We cruised the streets of Duncan for a good hour. We were seen. On the scene. Sweet.
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?:
Porn. Kidding. It's too early for porn and I don't have a credit card so I can't get any of the really good stuff anyway. I did my zillion times daily round of cruising my friends blogs to see what's happening. And strangely enough nothing new had happened since the last time I checked their blogs about half an hour before that. Spooky. I so need to get a life.
9: What are you wearing?: Jeans (capris, so cute), brown Old Navy t-shirt that says St.Bart's on it and my standard black hoodie.
10: Did you dream last night? Yes. But I'm not discussing it. I've been having very distressing dreams lately and I can't even blame it on the cough medicine because I'm not taking it anymore because I've been having very distressing dreams lately. You see how it goes. It's a vicious cycle. Last night I only woke up once though so that was pretty sweet.
11: When did you last laugh?
As I was walking the dogbutt. She's just funny. She gets all excited about the walking and her little butts gets all wiggly and she prances along all fancy like until she gets distracted by a cat or a leaf or some lint or a random crack in the sidewalk (who doesn't get distracted by random crack?!). She makes me laugh.
12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Clock, calendar, butterfly painting I finally finished, beach painting I did months ago and am still not sure about, some art-nouveau looking concert posters and that's it I think.
16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?:
A plane ticket the fuck out of here. And a celebratory chai latte if Starbucks was open. I love their chai latte. I've tried it everywhere else in town and sadly it's still the best. I do so want to be cool and artsy and hang out in one of funky-type coffee houses but the one I like best serves a chai made from powder!? which costs more than Starbucks but tastes like ass and the one that's closer to my house with cute booths and a scooter just tastes weird. I'm not sure what it is but it's got this strange aftertaste that wigs me out. I like a clean chai. No grit, no aftertaste. And I haven't tried the place in Cow Bay because whenever I'm there I've got Lilo with me and can't go in. So yes, plane ticket the fuck out of here and a chai latte. And then an apartment in Vancouver and tuition for school. And then stuff for other people. And then a Karmenghia for me. I have it all planned.
17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:
My baby toes have nails so tiny they barely exist. When I paint my toenails I end up painting the skin around the nail too so they don't look so freakish. Now that I've said that you'll all be staring at my toes and I'll never be able to wear flip flops again. Damn.
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
"...romantic. He gets up and paces nervously, tak-" I really believe that this question should involve a page farther into the book. Seriously. There's so seldom anything juicy on page 18. And my book was a good one! Funny and interesting and all of that. Witty even! But what do you get in line 4, page 18? Crap! Crap I tell you!
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
Air. Oh my god. This is the worst questionnaire thingy answer ever. I should just start making shit up. Hot, fuzzy man balls. There. That's better. Actually, no. It's not really. It's kind of more eeew than actually better. Oh well.
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?:
The Simpsons. It was the one where they have the softball team and Homer makes his magic bat called Wonderbat (the name of my next pet incidentally) and he's super good and they make it to the finals and then Mr. Burns brings in all these professional baseball players to make sure they win and it's sad. And then bad things happen to the players which is funny. And then Homer wins.
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 8:42 pm.
5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?:
8:26 pm. Not bad! Yeow! I'm on fire! Not literally though. If I were on fire literally I'd probably stop typing. I mean, not right away because I would have to explain that I was on fire but after that. For sure.
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?:
The ugly people downstairs wandering around their apartment aimlessly lamenting the pointlessness of their mundane existance and eyeing their ceiling enviously wondering what excitement is going on up here in my house o' excitement. At least that's what I'm assuming they're doing. It's reasonable.
7: When did you last step outside?
A couple of hours ago when I took my sweet doglet of licky love for a walk. We wandered. We mosied. We may even have sauntered a little. Until she got a leaf in her paw and refused to budge until I took it out. That was fun. And then there was the little stick. Oh, and some prickly grassy stuff. But all in all it was good. We cruised the streets of Duncan for a good hour. We were seen. On the scene. Sweet.
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?:
Porn. Kidding. It's too early for porn and I don't have a credit card so I can't get any of the really good stuff anyway. I did my zillion times daily round of cruising my friends blogs to see what's happening. And strangely enough nothing new had happened since the last time I checked their blogs about half an hour before that. Spooky. I so need to get a life.
9: What are you wearing?: Jeans (capris, so cute), brown Old Navy t-shirt that says St.Bart's on it and my standard black hoodie.
10: Did you dream last night? Yes. But I'm not discussing it. I've been having very distressing dreams lately and I can't even blame it on the cough medicine because I'm not taking it anymore because I've been having very distressing dreams lately. You see how it goes. It's a vicious cycle. Last night I only woke up once though so that was pretty sweet.
11: When did you last laugh?
As I was walking the dogbutt. She's just funny. She gets all excited about the walking and her little butts gets all wiggly and she prances along all fancy like until she gets distracted by a cat or a leaf or some lint or a random crack in the sidewalk (who doesn't get distracted by random crack?!). She makes me laugh.
12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Clock, calendar, butterfly painting I finally finished, beach painting I did months ago and am still not sure about, some art-nouveau looking concert posters and that's it I think.
16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?:
A plane ticket the fuck out of here. And a celebratory chai latte if Starbucks was open. I love their chai latte. I've tried it everywhere else in town and sadly it's still the best. I do so want to be cool and artsy and hang out in one of funky-type coffee houses but the one I like best serves a chai made from powder!? which costs more than Starbucks but tastes like ass and the one that's closer to my house with cute booths and a scooter just tastes weird. I'm not sure what it is but it's got this strange aftertaste that wigs me out. I like a clean chai. No grit, no aftertaste. And I haven't tried the place in Cow Bay because whenever I'm there I've got Lilo with me and can't go in. So yes, plane ticket the fuck out of here and a chai latte. And then an apartment in Vancouver and tuition for school. And then stuff for other people. And then a Karmenghia for me. I have it all planned.
17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:
My baby toes have nails so tiny they barely exist. When I paint my toenails I end up painting the skin around the nail too so they don't look so freakish. Now that I've said that you'll all be staring at my toes and I'll never be able to wear flip flops again. Damn.
Rats
Well, sadly I had to go back to the boring template because I just couldn't figure out the comment thing on the other one and I just don't have enough time to spend to figure it out. Because I'm a dumbass. :-) So there you go. Nyaaah!
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