Today just feels awful for no reason. I have to finish the trim and do some touch ups and I'll be done painting the home office but I just can't get motivated. Goddamn. My parents came home, which made me really happy cause I missed them. But now I don't want to finish my work. There was a party last night. I didn't want to go but it was for me, ( Read more... )

Three reasons I am made of Awesome today:

1. I put a crap load of cash in the bank today. Which means that my bank statement wasn't depressing. For once.

2. I bought the cutest little sun dress for only $15

3. The Fratellis are playing at my house. Next Tuesday. How frickin cool is that??!

Last call is at 2am. Yet the bar remains open until 4am. Why must full moons bring out all the people? Whhhhyyyy?

I'm in the process of reminding myself that today was just a day. It was a day in a series of some good days, but also belonging to a year that has had some shitty days. But it was just one day. The person who made my day bad is just one person. The other people involved with that are just people. I don't trust these people. I don't like these ( Read more... )

My boyfriend is rather obsessed with zombies. He owns a crap load of movies about them and has recently started collection comics featuring them. In fact today we went to a comic shop (the mother fucking BEGUILING, aka best damn comic shop in Toronto) that had an entire section devoted to zombies. Zombie comics have become so popular that, instead ( Read more... )

I got a job at a little bar downtown. I walked in, handed them my resume and got hired on the spot. That happened on Wednesday and I started on Friday. I am a busser, so I keep everything behind the bar stocked and I clear away glasses and bottles. I also clean and do some random jobs. We have a rooftop patio so I'm up and down the stairs every ( Read more... )

Haven't been able to get to the computer for a few days. The zombies are real and they're bad. Turns out the suburbs are a really shitty place to be when there's a zombie attack- nowhere to go and houses that aren't designed with war-like conditions in mind. Good news is that my bad driving has become a surprisingly useful skill ( Read more... )

I really hate being lied to. I really hate it when I tell people specifically what to do, and set everything up so that they have to do the least work, and then they don't fucking do it. I hate it when they accuse me of having not gone to the effort to set things up, and I hate it when they take weeks to let me know they didn't do it. I hate it ( Read more... )

In my new place. Living with the woman my boyfriend lived with last year, Gloria, and two german students she boards. The room I'm in is very nice. It's great to live in a house with non-student furniture. Adult furniture. It reminds me a bit of my parent's house. I even have a couch in my room. So it's all pretty damn sweet. It's really great to ( Read more... )

Moving out. Again. In a week. Can't wait until it happens.