1. I got my first and only Christmas gift last night, from Peter's family. His mom looked like she was going to cry when I said that my family wasn't celebrating. I HOPE I didn't look like I was going to cry when she gave me a bright orange scarf and a multi-coloured toque. Eeegs. But the thought counts for more. Although it is a VERY ugly scarf ( Read more... )

1. Go here.
2. Pass it on.
( my answers )

Here I sit, on the floor of my new bedroom, leaning against the new bed that the Sears men brought today. Thank you, Sears, for knowing how to deliver something on the day you are supposed to. I think a certain moving company could learn a thing or two from you. Speaking of my shit and how I don't have it, apparently I will have it on Sunday ( Read more... )

8 AM : stumble out of bed and onto iPod. My bad. So far, iPod seems to have survived massive weight assault with little-to-no damage ( Read more... )

1. The lake is flat today. The lake is flat most days ( Read more... )

Like Fraggle Rock. Get it? Got it? Fuck you ( Read more... )

I have so much to do and this is such a good way to not do any of it. Note to Roommate: we are officially never moving out of our apartment in Kingston. I am an avid endorsee of Roommate + Roommate + cats + 307 Alfred + cigarettes + entire lifespan = Never having to move out of another apartment for all eternity ( Read more... )

Okay, so ew. Something is totally rotting my kitchen and I don't know what it is. I have experienced the trials and tribulations (and related smells) of rotting blueberries ("Pint of Blueberry Spill Incident of July '05"), and this is definitely NOT a blueberry. I have a sneaking suspicion that the Cauliflower God is wreaking a little havoc, here, ( Read more... )

Realization Alert: I don't like my boyfriend anymore ( Read more... )

I almost feel guilty for my Live Journal neglect. And by neglect, I mean "oh my God, I haven't written in my Live Journal for at least two, possibly three days! I am a stupid evil bitch!" So maybe I will just write a ridiculously long post, in list form, of course, instead of going outside and reading O Magazine. Or maybe I will do both. Because I ( Read more... )