Where do I start?

I wanted to start by recapping the weekend but by the time I rolled into work this morning, I wanted to rip someone's head off. It does not help that my work email account opens at home. So when I get up in the morning, I am inundated with 'to do lists' and 'what not's' and 'can you deal with this?' and 'I know it sounds jarbled but we'll talk about this when you get in'...

Also 2 things happened at Starbucks that just annoyed me (mostly cuz I'm not a morning person, had no caffine and well, I'm just a plain bitch) but as I was rolling up to the door, a group of about 6 or so guys were 10 seconds ahead of me going in and met me at the door.

The last guy decides to do a weak attempt at being a gentlemen & holds the door open for me which I find odd for two reasons.

1: All of your friends have just walked in so what's the point now? and am I to stand amongst all of your friends?
2: The line up was to the door so basically you're just holding the door.

I actually muttered "Well, it doesn't matter now" which made him laugh & then proceed to tell his friend in front of me. You know what I really wanted to say? "Shut up, you f*ck'n knob. Your fruitless attempt at being nice was weak & useless." But I thought better not... and instead was a silent seething bitch... by the time i got to the cashier I was still annoyed also because the cashier did something I always hate... Ask me my order when the customer in front of me hasn't cleared out of the way yet... I hate THIS for 2 reasons:

1: I hate yelling over the head of the person in front of me. I find it rude as if it was me, I wouldn't like it.
2: I then have to reach around them to hand money etc.. & Yea, I don't like that.

So I asked her to wait..... and she answered back 'that's fine, I have all the time in the world'

I look at her.... she quickly says back "I didn't mean that in a sarcastic tone" funny how quickly she said that but still carried that tone over when she asked me how my day was.... Whatever, I can recognize sarcasm in a heartbeat bitch.. don't you try & play innocent with me.

Yea, I know what you're thinking... wow. Even I'm amazed at the level of bitch squadron I've reached.

I should be in a really happy mood today. You see, I went shopping at the House of Nic on Saturday which is really when your friend loses a mass amount of weight (the equivelant of a small child... I'm so proud of her hard work & dedication.), no longer fits any of her old clothes and gives them away to leaches like me. It's a glorious thing. I think I walked away with 5 new pairs of pants, a couple of tops & a new jacket. Thanks hon, I owe you one... Course you HAVE punched me in the head with rings on. (There was a mark!)

Side Bar: Brutal and I have both taken some kickboxing. So after 1 or 8 drinks at Doolins before Christmas we decide to do a little posturing when she swings at me & hits me in the side of the head. I of course get mad & hit back which ended in crying laughter and then we repeated the scene all over again. Shaloa was standing front & centre for the debacle and was amazed to realize my friends were as crazy as I am.

After the shopping spree we decided to walk off our hangovers around Kits (sub area of Vancouver that's on the waterfront). Ok, so I WAS hungover. She just reeked of booze.... Friday night saw us getting our full asshole on down at Ceili's ... ok so it was just me again but I don't want you all to think I'm the only alcoholic in Vancouver. I think I made a great first impression on her ex co-workers. I was finally introduced to the faceless lawyer that actually tried to sue her at one point. I find out that he was fired from the company so I ask why? I'm informed because he slept with the bosse's girlfriend. Without missing a beat I retort back "So you got Herpes AND you were fired?"

One guy spat out his food & the other had to leave the table in disbelief. I think it may have more truth to the story then not because the faceless lawyer informed me that he was late for a girl sandwhich when he said goodbye to me & ensured I knew he wasn't kidding.

But Friday was great, all the usual suspects were there and a few other friends managed to make it out for the drunken display. I ran into a couple of ex Bobblheads. Steve got me on the dance floor and excuse this saying but we danced like no one was watching but unfortunately everyone was watching. It's not my fault (well, not entirely) Steve's a really horrible dancer but will give'r if need be. I matched his energy & raised him a high kick or 2. I got some odd looks from the manager but for crying out loud we call the man Fathead so how embarressed should I be?

Saturday night was low key.... only a couple of bottles of wine were consumed. I learned that I apparently look at my boobs a lot... But you shouldn't really blame me as I was rocking it out Saturday night and if you saw me, you would have stared at my chest too.

Sunday was comprised of Kickboxing, napping, & cheesy girly movies. I seem to bring on a sense of dread to those I spar against in Kickboxing because I've been told I have a kick that is stronger then a lot of guys (yee-haw). I like knowing that I can take down someone with one kick to the thigh. It's kinda empowering. I actually attribute this to my years of dance. Not because I have strong legs but dancers know how to move their body (K, now i sound like a porn advertisement). Basically I can get away doing the same kick without having to bend over. So by doing so, I bring on a lot more power.... It pays to have flexible hips I tell you! (and by pay, I mean porn this time)