"Hey, remember the first time we said I love you, and then I said I didn't want to be one of those gross mushy couples that says I love you all the time?"
"Yeah."
"I'm pretty sure we're totally those people."
"So how does it feel to be the thing you didn't wanna be?"
"Well, I'm in love... so pretty all right, I guess."Yesterday Jeff and I happened ( Read more... )

"Is that... hair on his head? Like actual hair?"
"I think it's that spray on hair."
"I think it's some kind of animal."
"I think it's a cinnamon bun."Without homework, my days and evenings off feel almost ridiculously free. And the fact that I have a 9 to 5, Monday to Friday practically blows my mind. As soon as I get a paycheque, I can finally ( Read more... )

On Friday Jeff was sick and while he was napping I decided to make soup. It turned out pretty ok. See, I'm not always a cooking failure!

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I got a bike today! The lovely Amanda (Laryssa's roommate, whom I had the pleasure of meeting last Friday at our wine-drinking/sushi-making/n64-playing girls' night) sold it to me for $100, and then I rode it home from their place at 7th and St. Catherines. It was a pretty good 20ish minute ride, though my bag was really annoying. There was this ( Read more... )

At work today two awesome things happened ( Read more... )

I was such a mess at work today that at noon Colin told me just to go home and smoke a joint or take a nap or something to get my mind off things. I was so grateful; being alone with my thoughts and emotions in the stockroom was doing me no favours. Unfortunately since I was sick yesterday this now means that instead of being paid for 16 hours of ( Read more... )

Curtiss [coworker]: You should dye your hair black.
me: Nah, I did that a while back. It looked ridiculous. I'll show you a picture of when I was like 15; that's when I had black hair.
Curtiss: ...Yeah, I can't imagine you being 15.
me: Keep making age cracks, Curtiss, and one day when you least suspect it I'm going to punch you in the throat.

Yesterday actually was not that bad. I felt surprisingly energetic once I got to work, and the majority of my day was spent double-counting things once the inventory people scanned and listed them, and totaling up long strings of numbers on our prelist sheets (both things that give me OCD/nerd joy). The stockroom wasn't done by 3:30 which is when I ( Read more... )

Ugh. Usually if I'm awake at this time it's because I'm still awake, not because I'm getting up.

Today is going to be a long and horrible day.