Do you know what really freaks me out? Strangers with personal space issues. I was at Shoppers this morning, minding my own business, standing in a very long line waiting to pay for my cough drops and, er, half-priced Valentine's chocolate (shut up, I have PMS), when this lady got in line behind me. Very, very close behind me. Every time I moved ( Read more... )

I've been having such a horrible week/month/whatever. I thought it was this place, but I'm not really sure. My birthday is very soon, and it's sort of depressing me. It's not even the age thing, it's just that I feel so stagnant. I need to do something. And soon. Whenever we have this conversation, or variations thereof, The Boy always asks me the ( Read more... )

I'm finally settled in here in 'burbs hell, where minivans abound and school moms make cookies for their neighbours. It's rather bizarre, but I'm coping in my usual way: avoidance ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday to the most wonderful, talented, lovable citikitti!!!! We shall celebrate with cocktails and porn involving bars with mysterious, secret doors when I get back to Toronto. Love ya, Kath!

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Boy called last night -- we got the house I want, but still no word from the NS job. Gah! We can't make the decision without all the info, and I really don't want to lose that house. He's going to contact NS job today. Hopefully they'll be able to tell him something useful. All I wanted to do was sit down and weep in confusion last night, so ( Read more... )

The first half of my moving is now finished (and the worst -- packing is one of my least favourite things in the world), and I've just returned from Toronto where Boy and I found a few possible houses. Now I have a brand new dilemma -- he had an interview for another job, this time in Nova Scotia. I didn't particularly enjoy living in NS the last ( Read more... )

Hey kids! I know it seems as if I have died, but really I've just been packing up my life to move half way across the country and I've had no internet access. Sometimes I think I would rather die than pack another box, but I somehow get through it. If I didn't love stuff so much this might turn me into a minimalist ( Read more... )

A few hours ago I sent the Boy a sort of bitchy email. I'm not sure if I regret it completely, but I am feeling a little guilty about it. He probably hasn't seen it yet and I could break into his Bell webmail and delete it(I don't know the password, but he always uses the same ones so I could figure it out easily), but I'm not sure if I want to. We ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's May already. May is usually my second favourite month (after October), but this year all it brings is a horrible sense of panic. It means I have only two months left to pack this house up (all by myself) and move its contents half way across the country. At times like today when I'm extra hormonal and irritable, I feel angry at ( Read more... )

Well, I'm already 1500 words into the random crack fic for the Fandom That Shall Not Be Named. I guess I've officially lost it. I think I need to seek out another unfortunate fanpire to cry with. Or laugh with. Or both at the same time ( Read more... )