For All Those I've Loved Before....

OK! I've created a monster.... I want to say once and for all, I love all my friends. Each one of you bring something into my life that I truly cherish. With that being said:

Shaloa: I actually love your skin (scabs and all)
C-Hatch: I can't stare at your witty banter so your .......................... eyes are it
Dunner: Hair... gold
Brutally Honest 1: I don't know anyone who is more photogenic then you, you are beautiful in every picture
Bell: I too love your.............................. eyes.
Watson: Your hair is always perfect
Unis: Baby soft skin matched with Baby soft hair... It's so good, you want to eat it
Nanz: Well, you're just gorgeous..... u suck.
Stine: I actually do really love your eyes matched with your awesome smile
Rankin: I would say your hair but I understand from our mutual hair dresser that you're chocolate brown now... so I'm left with your skin..... milky white and soft!
PrincessNalini: Well, I'm your bitch so I love everything about you
BFF: you have the fullest lips around!
Crazy Punching Lawyer: you were a model.... do I really need to say more?
Sister of Nanz: you look like her. I would say you suck too but you're kinda bad ass and well, you scare me.
Gaylord: Unfortunately you remind me of a little gay elf so I don't covet any physical quality you possess

If I forgot you, well then, I guess you're ugly.... sorry.

Two for Tuesday.....

Yea.. Trainwreck isn't gone. In fact like other viruses he just went into remission, built up some strength & is now back to launch a second attack. Apparently, he thinks he can suck me in by offering me a present. Seriously...

I'm having a wonderful morning, standing in line at Starbucks when I receive a bee dee dee boop. (word for word.. that's what my phone sounds like).

I look at my phone to see the incoming text. I was thinking it would be someone else even though I've recently stated I'm not texting as much anymore seeing as my texting bill is now higher then my long distance. However, get 2 drinks in me & THAT rational is out the door. (Ok, so it's like one drink & I have no judgement.... ok ok ok.. so I just need to see a bottle of alcohol) Anyways... yea. I get this text asking me if I've 'calmed down' and that he just got back from Seattle and has a present for me.

I'm honestly flabberghasted because I have no idea what to do with any of this. So I phoned Gaylord because he'll know what to do... you know being all gay & elf like.

First off, he laughed. 10 minutes passed and then he finished laughing. As he puts it "from a bystander stand point it's funny because this guy won't own up to his problems or mistakes but can't handle the fact you're mad at him"

Being the gaylord my shiny elf is, he recommended that I get the present becuase he thinks that Train Wreck hasn't bought me anything new but rather stole something from his ex-girlfriend or perhaps his Mom and that it's probably a pair of used shoes or a coke mirror.

Sweet.... let me get on that I'll be back in a few.

Blog Backlash....

I've been writing in this thing for just over a year now and even though I don't get massive traffic (about 1000 hits/month and that's mostly me going back & checking & re-checking & then re-checking and then phoning you to read the entry out over the phone and then going back again to copy/paste it into an email to ensure that you did indeed read this.)

However, lately, I've felt the backlash of this site. Mostly in my head. Mostly when I'm being punched in the head. Mostly when I'm being punched in the head by a drunk, crazy 6ft lawyer named Kim.

But I must make mention that I'm not only fond of C-Hatch's ........................... eyes, but I am also quite fond if Dunner's hair. Yes, yes.... she has long blond lustrous hair that I do admire. Mostly because I'm a hair chick (yes, HAIR... not HAIR-Y) There are certain things I've always been into & my hair is one of them. (Well, may be not RIGHT now, my roots are getting kinda long and the space heater on my desk is frying the ends & well, I haven't washed it.. ok, so I'm a mess.) Here I thought I was rocking it out, then this bitch comes into the picture with this soft blond tresses and I'm trumped. She even had a crazy stalker dude write her on the "I saw you" section of Craigslist stating: to the girl wearing 7 jeans and a killer smile and the most beautiful blond hair he's ever seen............. (or something like that)

Speaking of stalkers, Train wreck has yet to leave the building. I thought he finally went away last week to only find a text from him this morning explaining that he went away for the weekend & to see if I've "calmed down".

I'm sorry, let me read that with my good eye..... I'm the one that needs to chill?

Jumping on the Bandwagon...

I made KCity sit through 4 hours of the oscars last night much to his shigrin... He did put on a happy face.... that is when I changed the channel.

Was the Oscars long? Yes. Was it entertaining? in the beggining. Was it boring? For the most part. But I have to watch it damn it! Loved Ellen. She at least was light hearted. Liked it when she got Speilberg to take her picture with Eastwood....


Now is it me or is Scorcese a midget or is it the illusion in this picture b/c this f's me up....

I'm indifferent about Best Picture this year. I saw The Departed but would I classify it as the best picture of the year? no. Course during most of the picture I had to cover my eyes during the violent scenes. I think it was rather a vote on the collection of his work rather then this actual movie (much like Denzel's win for whatever that movie was called where he was the bad cop. Which is so memorable that I can't remember the name of the movie)
I am pissed that Celine didn't pound her chest or do any high kicks. I mean if I have to sit & watch her sing, i may as well laugh at her too.... Yes, her voice is amazing but wtf? she does a cover of "Shook Me All Night Long" in her vegas show. AC/DC licenses their music out to anyone.

I did enjoy Jack Black, Will Ferrell (missing from picture) and John C Reily's musical number. Even though it really served no purpose what so ever, it brought much needed laughs and by laughs I mean at Will's hair.... During their number they comment how they want to kick Leo DiCaprio's & Ryan Gosling's asses.. but not Marky Mark cuz you know, he's bad ass and then how they want to take Helen Mirren home.
I have to say, she's a bit of a babe.... she has GREAT breasts... they're supple & tear dropped... so great. (Yes, I'm a boob girl.. If I was man, I'd probably have several restraining orders put on me from motorboating women.)

Here's a beter picture of the rack... SEE.. even Leo's in on it.. trying to get a little face time in there. Even Will Smith is checking out the goods....

Weekend Wrap Up...

Not much happened this weekend as it was pretty low key... (well, by my standards, it was low key). Friday was a birthday shindig for Dark Bunny's boyfriend down at Sunset Grill. Happy Belated K. It was pretty chill but I have to say I was massively Girl Crushing on C-Hatch. I couldn't seem to stop looking at her................................................. eyes.
Yes, her eyes are real & they are spectacular.

Saturday saw me haul ass into the office yet again as I was hoping to avoid a crazy week like the last and did manage to get a jump start on many annoying projects. However, the slight hangover from friday did make me take twice as long to do everything as I spent a great deal of time asking myself "Ok, What was I going to do??? Right, I was going to look up those newspaper specs online." and then be sidetracked by Lainey's gossip site (or something similar) sign off & ask myself that same question again. Quite painful really. If I weren't me, I may have smacked myself.

Managed to take some work home with me (and actually do it), hit the gym & met up with Nic Saturday night. Her new man/friend/thing person lives a block away from me. So I swung by there for a couple of glasses of wine.

Great that he lives a block away as I'm all over convenient. Bad that I live a block away from Boystown. (For those not in the know, Vancouver does have a lot of prostitutes including young boys which hang out in the yaletown area on the block of Homer between Drake & Davie. Love that when I'm waiting at a light to cross, I'll get hissed at... Never know what to do with that as I would assume it's mostly gay men that get the little boys and I'm pretty sure I don't look like a tranny. Maybe I need to cut back on the amount of make up I wear).

Anyways, 5D was out so when I arrived, I buzzed and waited for Nic to come downstairs to fetch me... So there I am standing in front with two prostitutes holding a bottle of wine. When the little 16 year old Joey'd me (how you doing?... ), I decided maybe I should maybe walk around. As soon as Nic poked her head out the door, the little boy informed her I "was over there".

After a few glasses, we met up with man/friend/thing person down at Brown's (again, only a block away.. I LOVE living downtown). Never met him before. Wasn't sure what to think when he told me he would love to punch me... (again, what's with everyone wanting to smack the crap out of me) Nic told me that's a compliment.... Really? is it? My compliments usually take the form of "you look nice" "well done" or "You're so fuckin' hot you make me scream for more ice cubes"... Not, "errr... I would love to just fight you" I suppose he's implying that I'm rather rambunctious (or insert whatever adjective you'd like there).

As fun as it was, I think my favourite line of the weekend and maybe possibly this year thus far was him telling me "You're probably a smart person".

I think the reason I love it so much is because it implies that normally, I'm smart person but that moment or perhaps even that night, I came off as retarded. Another stunning first impression down! I'm on a roll I tell you.

Quick.. what's 2+2?

I'd answer but I got distracted by a shiny ball.

Pet Peeve #8,214,641

Men that insist on playing with the free change in their pocket while they stand in line-ups, on elevators or even while they stand and chat with you.

It's creepy.... STOP IT... it's as though you're trying to play with something else.

Odds'n'Ends

I like a man that tells me he's bringing over a bottle of wine only to show up with 2. He apparently was on the wagon so I can overlook it this time.

Also, apparently a few Vegas Lawyers found the following conversation funny... (what's ironic is if I were to end up in Jail none of you's could help me out!)

I wanna go home NOW says:

stop whining to the hung over

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

eat it

I wanna go home NOW says:

I need a nap way more than you

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

i did have SOME wine last night

I wanna go home NOW says:

i'm wearing red furry slippers

I wanna go home NOW says:

with my black pantsuit

I wanna go home NOW says:

sexy bitch

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

yea

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

hot

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

pull them up so you can camel it

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

and walk around asking where shit is

I wanna go home NOW says: (2:04:35 PM)

you're killing me

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

but lean against their desk when you do

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

stomache all fwd

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

tell em you're looking for a pencil

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

you can't seem to find yours

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

scratch & walk out

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

then cackle in laughter at a fucked painting on the wall

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

and go back to your office

I wanna go home NOW says:

where were you hatched?

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

then when they come into your office you're practicing the splits

I wanna go home NOW says:

you are one CRAZY beeyotch

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

tell them you're on top of the whatever case

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

and you'll be a minute

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

and then come out smoking

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

and blow rings on the crazy bitch who was there earlier

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

and ask your neighbor 'what's her problem"

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

and then laugh at the painting again & then leave for the day

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

k.. so i went to far

I wanna go home NOW says:

this one is getting saved for posterity

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

you should see your hair.. it's a gem

I wanna go home NOW says:

I'm going to read it out at your funeral

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

yea.. leave everyone w/ a goodie

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

you started it..

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

you told me you what you were wearing

Leanne-It's Friday, do you know where your beer is? says:

you can't do that to me

My head hurts.

Vancouver

Ok people I'm going to give you all a little geography lesson.. now pay attention.

Vancouver is a city. It's located on the west coast (as opposed to east) we face the pacific ocean. It is in Canada. Canada is north of the United States. And because we are on the west coast, we are aligned w/ such places as California & Seattle. In fact we are 3 hours north of Seattle.

WHY DOES NO ONE KNOW THAT??? For crying out loud we're hosting the Olympics in 2010 and as opposed to some other cities, we're located on the coast.. the bottom corner of Canada even. It's hard to not point at it. It's not like Regina which is located somewhere in the middle & rhymes with female genetalia.

I found that a lot when I travel. I understand those that live in Europe may not know where stuff in North America is, but I never get when I talk to Americans that are east of Spokane (Also in Washington) that have no clue. For example, I just spoke with someone that is in Michigan City, IN and had to ask if we were east or west...... I thought at least people would know we were west... In the VERY least but no.. never.

May be I'm just bitter because a shelf fell on my head in the middle of the night. Not always the best way to be woken up.

Ok Ok Ok...

I received numerous '???' msn messages & emails yesterday regarding yesterday's post. For those not in the know it did come off as a bit cryptic but at the same time I have NO IDEA how to explain the man formally known as Train Wreck. I'm actually starting to think that name doesn't do him justice. He may as well be called Man with monkeys that fly out of his ass because nothing really can capture the essence of his crazy.

Yes, on Monday what started off as an innocent hello on MSN turned into a full blown psychotic episode which has yet to end. Really it is my fault. I'm the one who somehow allowed him back into my life because I have a knack of staying in touch with most of those I have dated... Sow, Shiraz, Doorman, Pylon (although that one is more because that guy is such a car accident and I can't look away). However, due to the nature surrounding my break-up (for another post another time), I never wanted to talk to him again.

So when Train Wreck resurfaced around my birthday (August) I was pretty reluctant to talk to him never mind hang out with him. But I gave in. I agreed to meet him in a public place with friends if he was so willing to suck up and to finally explain himself. I have such a boner way of wanting to believe the best in people & believe that if you care for someone you wouldn't intentionally hurt them. At least that's how I live. And he explained himself. He managed to concoct a story that was somewhat believable & managed to make me feel guilty about everything too. (nicely done).

Over the past few months. We've chatted once in a while and on occasion have hung out. I've made it clear that I only want to be friends and there would be no beneficial privileges. It also helps that when I look at him I can't help but wonder 'WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING???'

Cut to Monday... I just came home from watching 24 and finished saying goodnight to a friend when I saw Ass-Clown sign on (Ass-Clown, Ass-Face, Fucker, Train Wreck.. really any will do). I said hi. We exchanged pleasantries. I was about to get off & go to bed when he asks me "Do you remember her name?" I say "Yes, Sarah.. why who is she?" I never really have believed him.

He informs me that it was his ex's best friend.... awesome. You were cheating on me. After a couple of back & forths, I block him. So He starts phoning.. and phoning... and phoning.....

He phoned me 34 times within one hour. The only reason I didn't turn my phone off was because I wanted to log his calls to show police in case he stepped up the crazy. When he started texting too, I mentioned that to him "Who's the psycho? You've called me over 30 times" .

In case you're wondering, I apparently pick up on the 35th ring. We talk (ok screaming match.... apparently I've angered him) and he explains to me that he had no choice but to lie to me knowing I would freak out (so it's my fault?) and that if I knew what caring about people was I'd help him (but you cheated on me..... more then once too) and that his ex is making a big mistake by moving in with this girl (because what other people I've never met has such an impact on my life) Basically it was pointed out to me that him waking up Sunday morning with that girl wasn't his fault as he was drunk and doesn't know what was going on (and apparently pathetic)

So I'm dealing with someone who has the inability to take responsibility for themselves and for whatever reason I'm supposed to phone a random girl & explain to her that the reason I dumped him is because I caught him with her best friend... Yea, I'm really eager to have THAT conversation. However, I agreed to it Monday so I could go to bed.

I've deleted him from my phone & set my incoming calls to only accept my contact list. I know I've received two voice mails and a text yesterday and a text today. Both texts ask "Why are you ignoring me?" but I have no idea how many times he's called. To me it reeks of weird, pathetic, desperate and f*cked. If that's not the behavior of an addict, I don't know what is. Sorry I can't help you there Train Wreck... guess I lied.

Riddle Me This....

Would you dump your boyfriend because you catch him in bed with another girl and then 8 months later as a favour to him, call his ex girlfriend (the one before you) to inform her that it's not only the reason you dumped him but in fact the girl in bed was her best friend?

Yea, neither would I.

What's With All The Punching of the Head?

So I'm having a nice little Saturday night when Kim exclaims, "So how do I get mentioned in the blog?" and then punched me in the side of the head....

Well, that would do it. Course the

The Yelling "Leanimal" while doing high kicks down the stairs at the Kingston when you first see me
or
The Smacking my ass at any given moment & informing me that I like it
or
The Smearing cake across my chest
or
The how low can you go contest followed by the dance off.
or
The incessent requesting of Jon Bon all night

Any of those... any of those would get you mentioned in the blog. However the combination of the above makes this entry dedicated to you. Unfortunately, she left for Costa Rica today & will not read this for several weeks. So it's kinda moot but if I punched me in the head, I'd leave the country too. I did however, immediately punch her in the face. Needless to say, yesterday we were both a little sore.

I highly doubt she was the only person Sunday morning that was feeling not-so-hot. Three seperate people in three different situations declared in their opening sentences, "I gotta make some changes.... I can't keep living like this". It was declared that yesterday was "Universal Hating Yourself Day" which can only be followed today with "Universal Day One: How Long Will This Last?"

I give it about a day.

Shaloa was not one of the self loathers Sunday morning. No, in fact, she was our voice of reason saturday night. I will admit there was a teeny bit of loathing going on in my boat. Course it had nothing to do with the above. Ok may be a little, Kim was my enabler Saturday Night... I was totally fine but after about the 4th Shooter, things started getting a little fuzzy for me and all of the above not only seemed like fair & reasonable occurances but more like great ideas.

Rather it's the flurry of phone calls at 230am that started the demise of the evening. When I saw Stine I really should have just handed over my phone, but really by the time I got into the Roxy it was too late. The damage was done. The embaressment had ensued. The drama dial had occurred. At that time of the night, I was on the fence between drunk irrational & lucid reasonable. So damage control Sunday morning was minimal. However... THAT wasn't even the icing on the cake. No it is what happened at the Roxy which ruined my entire night for me. Mostly because I'm petty & hold a grudge (Princess Nalini can attest to my stubborness Although, I still don't believe I'm THAT stubborn) but that was crap... I can safely say that I will NEVER go to the Roxy again.

It's about here where I lost Shaloa & Kim. Top Gun is right.... you should NEVER leave your wingman

Best Answers Ever

I personally would give all these students A's because they said the stuff I ALWAYS wanted to write down but never had the balls to do it (course, if I did have balls, I would be a genetic freak so maybe better not.... So, I never had the Bazoombas to do it. Still don't actually. I look like a 12 yr old girl and apparently only passively aggressively write antiquated rants on a blog to get out my pent up aggression but I digress...) Thanks BFF for the email.

























So the last one isn't a test question but I never wished you all a happy VD.... It's more of a test to see whether or not you Yannod in your mouth a little bit

You'd think I'd be too busy to write in this thing but...............

I'M NAKED

I had my first naked dream last night. Apparently these are quite common but I've never had one.

You know the dream. I always see it on some sitcom where the main character is at the front of the class writing on the blackboard, turns & realizes they're buck naked. (usually laughter & pointing ensue). However, in my instance, I first was in a public bathroom looking for a stall to change in... the only stall I found, was dirty and was wet all around the base of the toilet. So I was desperately trying to put on my green flip flops before I entered. For whatever reason, it seemed like I was under a time pressure as though I may miss my opportunity to change in that stall.

So the next scene cut to my walking down West 2nd near my work. I was across the street from where CFUN/1040 radio station is but instead of the radio station being there, Red Robin's Restaurant was up top and people lined the windows eating lunch at the tables. As I walked down the street there were cars driving by and I thought I should cover up as I still had my bag of clothes. I was wearing flip flops at this point but then thought 'What's so wrong with being naked?' and didn't seem to care but that's when I noticed the Red Robin Patrons in the window and the fact they can look down at me.

Because I love interpreting dreams, I went to Dreammoods.com to look up this meaning.
According to them my "Nudity symbolizes a variety of things depending on your real life situation.

Becoming mortified at the realization that you are walking around naked in public, is often a reflection of your vulnerability or shamefulness. You may be hiding something and are afraid that others can nevertheless see right through you. Metaphorically clothes are a means of concealment. With clothes, you can hide your identity or be someone else. But without them, everything is hanging out for all to see. You are left without any defenses.�The dream may telling you that you are trying to be something that you really are not. �Or that you are fearful of being ridiculed and disgraced. If you are in a new relationship, you may have some fears or apprehension in revealing your true feelings.


Nudity also symbolizes being caught off guard. Finding yourself naked at work or in a classroom, suggests that you are unprepared for a project at work or school. You may be uninformed in making a well-formed decision. With all eyes on you, you have this fear of having some deed brought to public attention. You fear that people will see through your true self and you will be exposed as a fraud or a phony.

Many times, when you realize that you are naked in your dream, no one else seems to notice. Everyone else in the dream is going about their business without giving a second look at your nakedness. This implies that your fears are unfounded; no one will notice except you. You may be magnifying the situation and making an issue of nothing. On the other hand, such dreams may mean your desire (or failure) to get noticed.


For a small percentage of you, dreaming that you are proud of your nakedness and show no embarrassment or shame, then it symbolizes your unrestricted freedom. You have nothing to hide and are proud of who you are. The dream is about a new sense of honesty, openness, and a carefree nature."

I got nothing. I have no idea based on my dream if I'm shameful, carefree or if I need to get over myself (probably the latter as I'm blogging about my own crappy dream)

So I decided to look up green because that colour stood out on my shoes:
Green signifies a positive change, good health, growth, healing, hope, vigor, vitality, peace, and serenity. Green is also symbolic of your strive to gain recognition and establish your independence. Money, wealth and jealousy are often associated with this color.

Right... so according to my sub-conscious, I'm a well-adjusted, carefree individual regaining my independence and making positive changes. Shit, I'm going to hang out with me more often... I sound awesome. I suppose all of the halluciengenic drugs were a bad decision, as was the crack, the heroin, the nyquil, gravol, wine, toothepaste, the midget and circus clowns... Apparently I don't need any of that. (yea, i had no idea where I was going with that either). I couldn't very well write about what REALLY happened last night but it had a lot to do with the Canucks winning in overtime over the Minnesota Wild.... suck it Wild.

The Internet is For....

The internet. A live source of all things informative, entertaining & communicative. It has transformed the way we do business, the way we meet people, the way we stay in touch. Which for all intents and purposes can either be really really good or really really bad...

The wealth of information at your fingertips.... Good
The ability to stay connected with those far away... Good.
The ability to find any type of music you desire..... All Good.
Even a website dedicated to networking those all over the world.... Good.

Receiving an email entitled "You're so fuckin' hot you make me scream for more ice cubes".... bad..... really, really bad.

Yesterday, I received such a message on MySpace.com from a 41 year old man in Winnipeg. After I threw up a little bit in my mouth, I proceeded to change my privacy settings from public to private.

Part of me is concerned that he may already have the link to this blog and could be possibly reading about how he WHORE-I-FIED me (that's a capital WHORE ...K, so that joke works better when I say it as opposed to reading but you get the drift). At the same time, I don't care... You know he's the guy that needs a new keyboard every month because the keys have become too sticky to use from his incessent spoojing all over. I swear the watermelon dude didn't freak me out as much as this guy's letter....

Yannad Booby... you're not my friend but it does make for a much better term then puking....
So I take it back. I didn't throw up a little in my mouth. I Yannad a little in my mouth and onto my keyboard.

He is obviously is using MySpace not so much as a he is a whore collector (so charmed to know I'm grouped in) and maybe he will find a mate? It is after all, Valentines Day.

One of the lamest greeting card holidays of the year. If I got a day off from work because of this day then it could be something I get behind but flowers? chocolate? a card.... What the hell do i need THAT for? Chocolate makes me fat, flowers die & greeting cards.... well, sorry lack of a better word ... are gay.

Let's turn it into the cash holiday. Slip me a fifty and well, that's something I can celebrate. Course looking at the context of said holiday, accepting money today MAY cause a bit of a stir.
Perhaps just give me money the other 364 days of the year & I can overlook this one time.

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)

Breaking Up Is Hard to Do

I was going to say & not just by how the "______" sang it but I have no idea who sang that song. According to Limewire it ranges anywhere from The Carpenters to Paul Anka to Gloria Estefan to Neil Sadaka and considering the cheesiest person on the list is the last, I'll go with him (although it IS a female voice).

However, breaking up IS hard to do even if you are the doer. I had to make the uncomfortable call last night because it turns out a certain apologetic someone was not sinking into the recesses & texted me Wednesday to see how my week was going. Considering what I was doing on Wednesday, I found the whole thing a little uncomfortable... (I was riding a unicycle while juggling dishes so it just made it difficult to text back). So I responded saying I'd call him tomorrow... (course I texted late enough where he wouldn't call me back).

So I do the call .. How do you broach that subject anyways? I thought I was a big enough bitch on Sunday where I wouldn't warrent a return phone call but in spite of that I got a call forcing me to make the obligatory finishing call.... Which I do as I was walking to Sandra's (classy, I know but I wanted a quick escape if need be) I made the dial and I explained as nicely as I could that if there wasn't anything there by now I doubt there would be. I've been seeing him what? for almost 2 months. I thought it was good argument... Apparenlty not, but he understood anyways and wished me a fun nite. (THANK GOD).

All this talk about ex's (well, I don't consider him one but I needed a segway), brought up an interesting conversation with Special K. I'm almost finished reading Sex, Drugs & Cocoa Puffs and I like it. She on the other hand loathes it which I could never figure out why. So I asked her & her response was:

God, where do I start? It has been awhile since I read the book and I think what turned me off of it the most was the fact that it was that asshole Sean's manifesto and I attributed it to blanket the majority of those overachieving, bic generational, pompous, emotionally void, spiritually vacant men that roam this cities most trendy and exclusive restaurants and watering holes. It to me was a slap in the face about how nothing seems to have any spritual or emotinal ground, it is all so free will based and me, me ,me mentality.

Ok then... I responded with my insight:

If they (being these men) take it to be some manifesto to live by, then to me, it shows a dull side to their intelligence. I just finished the chapter last night about his experiences with the media & he explains that celebrity interviews are generally 20 min long & so they hypothesize to what the star's personality may be .... but he basically says, wtf do I know, I'm just writing whatever I think comes to my head... To which I apply to his book.. He's writing about musings he has about Saved by the Bell. So unless he has first hand knowledge of chronicled events, it's all just speculation so basically use your own head & make opinions for yourself! I thought that was pretty ironic actually & it made me laugh.

She retorts:

Let me qualify my bitterness. Sean picked me up for a date and spewed about coldplay being the death of true romanticism and then at dinner asked me "the questions" that make or break the realtionship(Chuck Klosterman has 23 questions he asks those he's dating as a way to sum them up.. all random and all personal to HIM). Don't get me wrong I really liked the book and have told others to read it . . it just left a bit of a bitter taste in my mouth.

AHHH Yes... the ex association. Been there, done that. I find it to be one of the things that sucks most about breaking up... The association factor. Either you shared something personal between the two of you that brings back tearful memories OR, my favourite, they do something asinine when you were together, hated it and the hatred just increases ten fold when the relationship disolves.

Case in point. I loathe the movie Bad Boys. I hate it and will never like it. Probably one of the reasons I dislike Will Smith. It came out in April 1995 (coinciding with the anniversary of my mother's death actually) was also the time I was dating TNW. So instead of being there for me on a very painful day, the ass-clown that he is went to an advance screening with Boner completely forgetting what an important day it was to me. Thanks hon! love you too..... (I still shake my head when I write that out) I'm not going to even justify why it was important he was there that day but he knew & when asked about it, apparently he smacked his head with his hand and said "shit" (from what I was told)...

I also Hate Coldplay but that because they suck & it's only reinforced because Train Wreck loves them. Cold play sucks, Train Wreck sucks ipso facto: I should hate it.

Why You Should Work in Marketing...

This is a recent conversation I had online with my boss which was supposed to cover my designing some radio format logos which did get broached but somehow gets sidetracked by very important side issues:

Shawn says:

you there?

Shawn says:

:|

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

in a way

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

i'm drunk btw

Shawn says:

Ohhhhhh

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

i've decided to just start drinking & not stop til i pass out

Shawn says:

That's what it is.

Shawn says:

I want to do that

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

violence starts at 2

Shawn says:

But I am cleansing.

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

someone needs to hold my hair while I puke

Shawn says:

I will come in. Unload. And bail before the ammo starts going on

Shawn says:

ha ha

Shawn says:

RU really hurtin?

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

no, i'm just really pissy today

Shawn says:

well you met you match baby

Shawn says:

:)

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

for no other reason then being awake

Shawn says:

uhhuh

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

k.. what? i'm doing your work

Shawn says:

Anyway I am struggling on the ARR because I want to go www.rock101.com or www.q107fm.ca style. But I "think" Kirk is going old school.

Shawn says:

And he's not returning calls just pissy emails

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

yea

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

k.. so what equates a pissy email?

Shawn says:

Well...just unloading on not seeing other alternates -- BUT HE's NOT RETURNING CALLS

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

no

Shawn says:

Plus he wants a lot of other stuff quickly despite me warning him last Sept that it would take time.

Shawn says:

Great takes fuckin time

Shawn says:

Anyway we can tawk when I get back unless you want to continue in this forum. Which I can imagine is not the way to go

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

well, i need visuals

Shawn says: (11:27:05 AM)

Go to the web sites I sent you. (You already know Rock 101 or course.)

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

i like that you email me that you'll be 30 min

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

and you're online

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

um.... K here's the thing about RR

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

i used rock 101 as a basis for all the designs.

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

so what you are saying to me is that with everything that I've handed you, you're not feeling any of it..

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

stop typing

Shawn says: (11:27:58 AM)

Well there is a strange guy working in my goaddam shpwer. He should be done soon. Gawd I hope he doesn;t invite me in. That would be weird

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

K, but back to logos...

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

I used 101 as a jumping point

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

listen

Shawn says:

I'm listening

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

so last night when I was revisiting them AGAIN.. i pulled out the crappy jaggedy font against the hard extreme.

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

and all these are basic

Shawn says:

OK.

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

but what I'm doing right now is essentially making a thumbnail & showing & asking 'what about this'

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

what about this one

Leanne says: (11:29:44 AM)

what about this one???

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

are there more I have not seen?

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

i dunno

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

want me to resend everything I've done

Shawn says:

This is why I really think we need to get him on the phone - because we're trying to please him, not me. Yes. Please resend.

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

ok

Shawn says:

got them all. Will talk when I get back.

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

ok.. piece of advice for you: don't drop the soap

********* few minutes later **********

Shawn says:

EWWEEE

Shawn says:

EWWWWWWWWW

Shawn says:

He dropped the soap!

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

ha ha.. this is why you should use liquid soap

Shawn says:

Have you ever seen a plumber's smile?

Leanne-Why wait til 5.... start drinking now! says:

is he wearing low riders? giving you a sneak peek?

Shawn says:

:|

Shawn says:

OK> I am coming back to the office now. Be there in 20min