Today, I slept in as late as possible, ignoring the phone right beside my head as many as 4 times ( Read more... )

Today, Liz told me that she's leaving. I told her "If you go, I'm going." and I'm serious. Liz keeps me both sane and insane. And now that Lovern is gone on maternity leave, there's really nothing else keeping me at Winner's ( Read more... )

It's finally really starting to sink in. So excited ( Read more... )

Today, I was woken up by Suzy from CIBC, who called at 8:30 to inform me that she'd be calling me at 9:30 to do a phone interview. Keep in mind, I'd had about 4 hours of sleep. Not fun. So she calls at 9:30, does the phone interview, then tells me to come in at 2 for an in-person interview ( Read more... )

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Emily and I are going to see Incubus today. It's gonna be hot. You know Brandon's gonna take his shirt off, you just know it. *drools a little ( Read more... )

On Wednesday, I got a lovely call from my father informing me that my bank account had been frozen because there was suspicious activity on my account. Turns out, I had a $13 service charge for withdrawing $20. I don't know why, or how, but it's fixed. So now, I have been screwed out of my money by both the government, and Scotiabank, for their own ( Read more... )

Today, I woke up at 11, did some laundry, made a few phone calls, then went to the Municipal Government offices at Scarborough Town Center. While there, I gave in passport applications for Nicole and I, and wasn't put through much of a hassle there. However, I then decided that while I was there, I may as well have the idiots that spelled my name ( Read more... )

I haven't done too much other than work lately. I went downtown with Nicole on Friday. I bought a new lip ring at New Tribe, and stretched it to a 14ga. It was painful, but satisfying ( Read more... )

I know it's been a long time, and I know people want stories. But I realized that I've been putting this off so much that the more I have to write, the less I WANT to write it. So, as a result, FUCK YOU. Yes. That's right. Fuck you. It's my journal, so I get to choose what I put in, and what I don't give a crap about anymore ( Read more... )