My mom says it's because I buy so much crap that I draw a complete blank when people ask me what I'd like for Christmas ( Read more... )

This isn't a recent thing I've noticed, but more than a couple of people have mentioned in their journals that they tend to update more often when they're unhappy and not at all when life's going relatively good ( Read more... )

It's Friday.

I'm at work right now.

I'm so bored.

And my ass hurtsThey feel like I'm sitting on red hot coals or something ( Read more... )

Gran told me that one of the orderlies had slapped her on the face and yanked at her hair ( Read more... )

A friend who had nothing better to do actually printed out a copy of this new interpretation of the Tao, which is cool, 'cause I just finished reading "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. (Yeah, yeah. It's an Oprah pick. It's not hideously bad like Jonathan Franzen's "The Corrections". Dare I say it? I actually thought it was okay ( Read more... )

Say you're out. Say you're in a movie theatre. Say you do something embarrassing --- not like passing gas or anything, but say your stomach makes this loud, embarrassing noise. And say the person you're with laughsOkay. No big deal right ( Read more... )

So.

I lost my poppy.

Right before Remembrance Day, too.

I was amazed I hadn't lost it earlier when I bought three for me and my sisters at our grandmother's nursing home. It'd stayed pinned to my brown cord jacket. But when I transferred it to my fleece jacket today? Whoosh! Gone with the wind. And you have no idea how much that pisses me off ( Read more... )

This morning, I get to Bloor station and notice a lot of people staring down the tunnel. When the train arrives, the power shuts down and the driver tells us, that, due to to a "security situation", we had to hold at this station ( Read more... )

I was sitting down to get my flu shot when I suddenly felt very, very ill ( Read more... )

Since most people find it a hassle to keep track of my sisters' names, I sort of feel like every time I open my mouth to say, "My sister", it's like I'm talking about one composite sister. And really, can I blame them for not wanting to keep track? My own parents seem to have trouble remembering names at times and it's become easier to just address ( Read more... )