Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours

Hello. I have wireless Internet. Haha! So little work and sleep will occur now that I have this fancy set up. WOOT!

CALLING ALL LIPS: You may or may not know I have a lip wall. I think it's cute and that's that. I have 5 lips but I need more. I'd say another 7 will do. I don't know if I know 7 people I feel are worthy enough for my lip wall. This may cause a problem in the future.

Do you notice a change in my blog? Not in the layout. I'd like to see a change in the layout but I'm too daft to do it. Anyway, do you see a change in my blog? I don't like what I write any more. I think I was more inspired in the summer. Eh who knows? School can do that to a person I guess; it will suck all the creative juices out of you. I hate! Semicolons. With a burning passion. It's so wishy-washy. It's like being on the fence in politics... but way worse. Boooo. I just hate how it looks.

Do teddy-bears have lips?

Googleable

I'm going to CJSW tonight. See if a boy mentions my name at 11 p.m. I took a bunch of pictures with my camera today. Reflections and shadows mostly...and my dog. I'm glad that it is working again. My camera that is. My dog still is broken.
Yeah that was a disappointing post. It's all I've got though. Bye for now.

look out below I'm letting go

Does anyone else hate Adobe Acrobat? I get really squeamish and frantic when the little muscle man and the other whooshing graphics of Acrobat pop up on my screen after I click on a link I think will take me to a web site. NO NO NOT ACROBAT! I plead while clicking ferociously on ‘stop’ or ‘back’. It’s almost bizarre how panicky I get hopping there’s still time to close the window before IT freezes and TAKES FOREVER to download.

Rachel doesn’t love my feet. When someone says “I love you” to me I expect them to love all of me.

“WELL, DO YOU LOVE MY CROTCH?” she retorted.

What a girl.

I miss work only because I don’t get to wait for the C-train downtown anymore. I used to see and hear some interesting stuff during the summer. Now when I do wait for the train, downtown, it’s with James and he’s distracting.

YES YOU GOT ME I’M IN LOVE WITH JAMES.

Freaking love. I only love girls, crotches?, and bizarre happenings. Geeez go back to rolling in your own fun. Leave my love out of it.

Well that was rambley perfection.

And the winner of this weeks "What the fuck?!" award goes too...

As I sit here listening to my washing machine make loud rickety sounds I wonder WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING.
The thing is I drank beer last night. WHO DRINKS BEER?
Obviously I do. It turns out...I don't really mind it...when it comes in personal sized pitchers. WHO THE HELL thought of putting beer in mini-ish pitchers intended not for sharing?
Also, water saves lives. It saves me. I didn't have one sip of water last night. Because Mr. Bar man was all busy selling underage drunks more BEER.
I blame him for my need for extra-strength Tylenol.
Last night was fun though. Met boys. Danced with a taken boy. Laughed a lot. Wore my pretty shoes. But I'm sooo going back to my hard alcohol/girly drink ways. AND WATER. Damn you beer. Damn you.