Bianca:
is too down to enjoy her Saturday morning masturbation.
It wasn't even sexy. It was just, sad.
She is also too down to self-reflect, thus the third-person objective.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Cuz it's easy when the whole world fits inside of your arms. Do we really need to pay attention to the alarm? Wake up slow
I can never seem to get my ass out of bed Tuesday mornings. Which would explain the reason why I'm still in bed at 2 p.m.
It probably has something to do with me closing the coffee shop on Monday nights, but on top of that, I met up with Adam after work for a little unwind sesh. It was nice. He picked me up after work, we closed an hour early because there were all of 6 cars in the parking lot, 0 of them belonging to our only customer, a chick chilling on our couch with her laptop. I trained a new girl named Abby Rumm, gotta love her name. So smooth and yet sharp, to the point and memorable. She's 27 and from Vancouver, but spent the last few years circling the globe by working on a princess cruiseline. I know, cool eh? She moved to Thornhill about 5 months ago to live with her sister. She said all her friends in Vancouver are in hideout to escape the claws of the hideous media mongers ("They're like 'there's people everywhere!'"). Ohlympics, shame on you, making me proud of my country only now, making me buy those ruddy red mitts and making me regret not buying the matching scarf. Blegh. When I asked how she liked Thornhill so far she looked out at the snow (which she never sees in rainy Vancouver) and replied "I don't mean to sound cocky... but I've been all over the world, Indonesia, Singapore, Venice, Macedonia, Hungary... but I've never been somewhere like this." Yup. You will never encounter another Thornhill in the world. It should replace that place, um, Luxembourg I think, as the smallest country or whatever. And I've worked that little hamlet's coffee shop for 3 years now, I know the ins and outs, the ropes, the dirt. I'll stop talking about it now though because it always gets me ranty.
You like that tangent I went on? Betcha didn't even notice where I was going with that at first. I do that a lot. Wander off topic and then get pissed because I couldn't remember what my original point to the story was.
But this original story was Adam-based, at least I remembered. So yes, we hung out last night, drove around the tri-county-area while smoking a joint. Just talked about our lives, how his girlfriend is, he wanted to talk about my situation. I never do like venting about it. I don't know why everyone is so damn interested and keen on hearing about my love problems. Skipped my Philosophy of Love and Sex class, which always makes me sad, because I love listening to Glen talking love, according to Krista we finally got to the Sex portion of the course, damn. That class has just made me so aware of love, and the universal form that we all experience. But truth is, love is messy. I like to dream about the nice clean kind of love, where it was at first sight and then you're stuck head-over-heels forever. But I don't know if I think that exists. It's such a rarity. Maybe clean love is out there, just people are too lazy to look outside their greater area and then they settle with the most compatible mate within an x-km radius. Real sad. Also skipped TV Production Techniques. Shouldn't have but it's done. I will at least dedicate the rest of the day to catching up on laundry and yoga so as to not have skipped the day in vain.
Still in bed, with Jack Johnson on repeat. Toast has taken my temporary immobility as an opportunity to fall asleep in the bent crevice of my front ankles. That's it, snore away little one. I'll be moving you any second now...
Awh look-itcha here, all svelte in the summer. That box is totally slimming on you.
The ink in my tattoos has been randomly reacting inside, and it'll become raised and slightly itchy. Before it was the ink in my neck tattoo. Now it's the blue ink in my swallows. Could it be a mild allergic reaction to the ink? Even though it's fully healed and been more than a year since I got them. I looked it up on the Internet and it can happen to some people. Just add that to my allergies list of peanuts, raw eggs, raw carrots and celery, eggplant, and raw fruits with skin. Plus seasonal allergies and dust. Horrible.
I'm also sometimes allergic to socializing. Sometimes.
It probably has something to do with me closing the coffee shop on Monday nights, but on top of that, I met up with Adam after work for a little unwind sesh. It was nice. He picked me up after work, we closed an hour early because there were all of 6 cars in the parking lot, 0 of them belonging to our only customer, a chick chilling on our couch with her laptop. I trained a new girl named Abby Rumm, gotta love her name. So smooth and yet sharp, to the point and memorable. She's 27 and from Vancouver, but spent the last few years circling the globe by working on a princess cruiseline. I know, cool eh? She moved to Thornhill about 5 months ago to live with her sister. She said all her friends in Vancouver are in hideout to escape the claws of the hideous media mongers ("They're like 'there's people everywhere!'"). Ohlympics, shame on you, making me proud of my country only now, making me buy those ruddy red mitts and making me regret not buying the matching scarf. Blegh. When I asked how she liked Thornhill so far she looked out at the snow (which she never sees in rainy Vancouver) and replied "I don't mean to sound cocky... but I've been all over the world, Indonesia, Singapore, Venice, Macedonia, Hungary... but I've never been somewhere like this." Yup. You will never encounter another Thornhill in the world. It should replace that place, um, Luxembourg I think, as the smallest country or whatever. And I've worked that little hamlet's coffee shop for 3 years now, I know the ins and outs, the ropes, the dirt. I'll stop talking about it now though because it always gets me ranty.
You like that tangent I went on? Betcha didn't even notice where I was going with that at first. I do that a lot. Wander off topic and then get pissed because I couldn't remember what my original point to the story was.
But this original story was Adam-based, at least I remembered. So yes, we hung out last night, drove around the tri-county-area while smoking a joint. Just talked about our lives, how his girlfriend is, he wanted to talk about my situation. I never do like venting about it. I don't know why everyone is so damn interested and keen on hearing about my love problems. Skipped my Philosophy of Love and Sex class, which always makes me sad, because I love listening to Glen talking love, according to Krista we finally got to the Sex portion of the course, damn. That class has just made me so aware of love, and the universal form that we all experience. But truth is, love is messy. I like to dream about the nice clean kind of love, where it was at first sight and then you're stuck head-over-heels forever. But I don't know if I think that exists. It's such a rarity. Maybe clean love is out there, just people are too lazy to look outside their greater area and then they settle with the most compatible mate within an x-km radius. Real sad. Also skipped TV Production Techniques. Shouldn't have but it's done. I will at least dedicate the rest of the day to catching up on laundry and yoga so as to not have skipped the day in vain.
Still in bed, with Jack Johnson on repeat. Toast has taken my temporary immobility as an opportunity to fall asleep in the bent crevice of my front ankles. That's it, snore away little one. I'll be moving you any second now...
Awh look-itcha here, all svelte in the summer. That box is totally slimming on you.
The ink in my tattoos has been randomly reacting inside, and it'll become raised and slightly itchy. Before it was the ink in my neck tattoo. Now it's the blue ink in my swallows. Could it be a mild allergic reaction to the ink? Even though it's fully healed and been more than a year since I got them. I looked it up on the Internet and it can happen to some people. Just add that to my allergies list of peanuts, raw eggs, raw carrots and celery, eggplant, and raw fruits with skin. Plus seasonal allergies and dust. Horrible.
I'm also sometimes allergic to socializing. Sometimes.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but a whimper.
I've been neglecting my blogging and writing ways. Not because I don't enjoy feeling thinking complaining but out of sheer fear and laziness.
Fear that what I produce isn't good enough and then being too lazy to correct it.
On reading week right now, more like working week, lofting week , eating week, sleeping week.
I've been suspicious of sleepwalking for the past few nights. Early this morning, 3 am maybe, I had to pee. I was still sleeping but dreaming about peeing (don't act like you don't dream about drinking when thirsty, or gorging on food when hungry, that's Freud's dream theory of wish-fulfillment right there, anyway). And that moment, that second where your eyes crinkle even more shut and then peek open, which tends to happen immediately after turning over, happened when I was at my bedroom door, half-dressed and afraid to fully open both eyes, because I was in denial of the fact that I almost made it to point B (bathroom) while still in dream mode.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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