What time is it? Not Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

That’s for goddam sure.

So. It’s that time again.

Yay, periods are fun!

What do I want? These:

Meat. Mmmmmm, meat!

Meat is murder

Bochox

Coffee, the OTHER Vitamin C

Viiiiiiiiggooooooo

Prada Sandals

What do I got?

  • dried pasta
  • a bag of chop suey vegetables
  • a half a container of 2% yogurt
  • a small tub of baby greens that was going off
  • a lemon and a half
  • one head of garlic
  • a jar of Ragu tomato sauce
  • coffee
  • twenty-five packets of artificial sweetener
  • a VHS tape of Walk on the Moon
  • a pair of seven year old Hi Tec trail runners.

It’s going to be a loooooong weekend.

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a dirty mind

i has it.

A Dirty Mind

stolen from the brem experience

quiz: how likely are you to eat your buddies

NOT the way you’re probably thinking, if you’re as dirty-minded as most of my compatriots.

Find your Match at JustSayHi

Heartlessly stolen from CelebratingTheAbsurd, and, realistically speaking, somewhat lowball. All my friends are chubby and slow except Cybergypsy, who would never see it coming. Ah, he’s a vegan; he’s not worth the bother of killing anyway!

a learning experience

What yesterday taught me:

  • After ten at night, downtown in the boondocks is filled with attractive, well-dressed young couples strolling and chatting to one another and greeting friends.
  • After ten at night, downtown in Vancouver is filled with staggering drunks, beggars, dopey hipsters wearing secondhand clothing they haven’t even brushed the dead owner’s dandruff off, and those so outrageously obnoxious that their own mothers out in said boondocks threw them out of their basement apartments and told them to go “get some fresh air.” This is much like the tourist effect, to whit: the reason most tourists are so obnoxious is that they are not traveling because they wish to, but rather because they have been thrown out by their homes.
  • When I have that nagging feeling that I’m forgetting something in my apartment, that thing invariably turns out to be the keys to the place where I’m headed.
  • When I forget the keys to the boondock-ridden locale where I am supposed to be house-sitting, it will be on a night when I decide to take the Skytrain to the very farthest station in said boondock and walk to the house via the “scenic route” which, of course, takes place in the foothills of the Coastal Mountain range.
  • I must be getting fitter because, although the walk wiped me out, I no longer smell like wet pennies when I sweat, so this is an improvement.
  • Conrad Black has two sons, in addition to the daughter who’s been doing the “faithful supporter” thing at the trial. Funny, I read his whole autobiography and he didn’t mention them. Nor getting married, if memory serves. What a family guy!
  •  Those graveyards that have the small, flat stones set flush into the ground? When you pass them at speed on the Skytrain on a dark and stormy night, they sparkle. Almost worth forgoing the weeping angels. Somewhere in Boondock, Ontario, my mother is sparkling. Unless it snowed; then she’s twinkling.
  • It is indeed possible to live off nothing but meat, cheese, caffeine and scotch for a week, but when you do
  • you will crave, I mean actively crave, multivitamins.

That concludes tonight’s lesson.

quiz: what kind of cookie are you?

Strangely enough, I am actually eating these as I type. I guess that makes me very flexible…


You Are an Oatmeal Raisin Cookie


On the surface, you’re a little plain – but you have many subtle dimensions to your personality.

Sometimes you’re down to earth and crunchy. Other times, you’re sweet and a little gooey.

What Kind of Cookie Are You?