Once cruel, forever a crow.

Remember when I had dreads!? I kind of want them back...

There's an army of crows somewhere near by. They're being really loud. Crows freak me out. I don't know where I got the idea into my head but, I've always thought mean/evil/bad/nasty/cruel people get reincarnated into crows as some sort of punishment.

Oh also, today I left the apartment and crossed the street and suddenly this really big car barged out of the alley way, which was partially hidden from me by this big van. The giant car rolled down onto the main street and scraped the bottom of the car on the road. The big scraping sound made me jump. And then! Just when I think it's safe to cross the back alley this guy with four huge garbage full of bottles tied onto his bike zooms by - I made a mini scream sound and he had to swerve to miss me and then I felt guilty because he almost lost balance.

Anyway.

I'm still sick and my head feels all stuffy.

I was half stung by a bee once

Thailand decided to get couped today.

I'm going to be in Bangkok in about a week. I hope the new rulers are nice.

I wrote my mom a "should we be worried?" email and she responded:

"Oh my, a little coup hey? Tanks in Bangkok hey? Piece of cake Meg, we are prairie Albertan of pioneer stock, little "dust-up" like this will be no problem. Seriously though, guess we need to keep our ears open..."

I love you

This photo was taken by Karl

Yo.
I have this relatively controllable urge to start all my work emails with 'Yo.' I also want to say 'Yo' to my co-workers as I pass them in the hallways.
I haven't done it yet but one day I will...one day.
I have a cold. My nose is running. I just found some extra strength something-or-other drugs in the bathroom. With any luck they will do the trick.
I'm almost done my crazy book called Winkie. I'll be glad to start reading a normal book that doesn't write about talking bears giving birth to other talking bears and then getting that bear charged as a terrorist by crazy lawyers and being defended by a stuttering crazy. Sheesh.
I think I'll read one of the books Rachel gave me. The cover of the book looks like fake wood - I totally judge a book by its cover! So, this book is going to be super.
Ok, bye.

Teddy sends his regards

I think I was supposed to meet with Anne today. Crap.Well she hasn't phoned me...so that means she forgot too or she's doesn't want to talk to me or she brought others along to amuse her just in case something like this happened.

Today, as usual, was stressful. I'm slowly figuring out ways to be more organized, which is good. I need to buy an umbrella. Every time it rains I tell myself I need to buy an umbrella and then I don't - what's with that? It's because I have this image of the perfect umbrella and I won't just buy some normal umbrella, which is just a silly way to behave. I'm like that with boots. I've wanted boots for years but I have this image in my head of the perfect boots so I've never bought a pair.

I miss Karl. I'm turning into a lazy slob that eats all the time and watches bad TV. Today I got pizza delivered. I've never had something delivered when I've been by myself before...a new low?

I opened my door when I thought the pizza guy would have had enough time to walk down the hallway to get to my apartment door. As I opened the door a woman, who came in from the back door, said hello to me as she walked passed my door. I said hello back but kept standing there, because I was waiting for the pizza guy, and because I kept standing at my open door she kept staring at me as she walked down the hallway and so she rammed into the pizza guy.

Welcome

Hi,

I'm going to try to write a normal post right now. New blog template = new Meghan! I will only write about my day and I will never quote another song.

There's an ice cream truck blasting its music somewhere close to my apartment window. That's the first ice cream truck I've heard in years. Meanwhile, I'm blasting the un-edited version of Lets Get Retarded - whatever, I'm not proud of it.

I'm also going to take more pictures that look like the one above. I love those green colours and reds. Anyone want to be a model for me? Here's the chance to get dolled up in red lipstick and wear gold jewellery. We can roam the streets looking for abandoned couches surrounded in overgrown grass. I'm free this Sunday - any takers?!

I'm planning on talking to Pearl about buying that T-shirt making book. We can half the cost and then have a huge t-shirt making/destroying party...Rachel should come too. I'm not sure if Rachel has t-shirts that deserve to be slaughtered...

Everyone in my neighbourhood jogs or has a dog or jogs with their dogs or has a baby or jogs with their baby - it's ridiculous and I am finding myself wanting to be those people. But then I remember dogs are a lot of work, I give up running after about 20 seconds of starting and if I gave birth I'd feel guilty about the whole thing.

So, in the end, I just picture myself in their houses. I mostly just re-landscape bad lawns of nice houses in my head as I walk by.

You know when you gave your love away

I am going to go buy a coffee or some sort of tea and read my book outside. I will breathe the fresh air and not be bored.
Deal?