i'm in love!

Daschund Swim

Posted Jun 14, 2007

Archie, a double dapple daschund, spends most days in his pool, trotting the summer away.

Dear Cancer stick

Creating a healthy balance between your emotional needs and what you must do at work seems difficult now. With the Moon in your 6th House of Healthy Living, it's crucial that you stick to your workout regimen today. If you haven't been exercising, it's a perfect time to start a new program. You will have more energy if you spend more time on yourself.

Har dee fucking har har.

I'm back in town. Expect more of this good stuff.

yes, please

I love this and want one in every colour. Oh, to be wealthy...and slim... and young.

Gentle times ahead...

Dear strikingly beautiful Cancer,

You may be ready to rely on your friends today, but they might want to help you in ways that are different from what you prefer. Unfortunately, your rigidity can get in the way of useful assistance. Instead of putting up walls because you don't want anyone to know about your insecurities, just tell the truth exactly as you perceive it. You may be surprised by how gentle others can be with you.

Vinyl fluids

I forgot that I had forgotten about this site. I find most of these posts funny. Tonight I enjoyed this one most of all. But even though it's a joke, I'm jealous. I mean, I could do with a little Kraftwerk myself. Furilla.

I'm tired. Threadbare. I'd like to disengage indefinitely.

True Affection

Some kind soul who goes by the name "anonymous" recommended that I listen to The Blow to cheer myself up. Solid advice. Several of their songs are in heavy rotation on the old nano... But this one song has me most smitten. It's a little sad but not really... Maybe it's about what happens when silly Dutch translations become more than they were meant to be.

True Affection

Live music and a sore bottom

Last night I went to see CSS at Richards and I'm happy to report I enjoyed myself a whole lot. The opening band cancelled (yay) and the show was super energetic and fun. No one seemed to take themselves too seriously and that's pretty fucking amazing considering the off-the-chart hip factor in the joint.

Some point-form observations (sorry, point-form is all I'm really capable these days)

- there are A LOT of pretty young things in Vancouver
- pretty young things like American Apparel. A lot.
- there were actually guys my age there
- the smell of cologne and beer is quite nice actually
- I was given a huge amount of grief because I didn't have any ID. I was forced to convince 2 bouncers that in reality I'm old, dried up and no threat to the drinking laws of BC. Finally, I showed them my CBC ID and that seemed to do the trick.
- CSS is made up of hot chicks and a lucky dude
- although the lead singer is the obvious favourite among the testosterone set, I found the slightly butch bass player to be very sexy
- the show was "tight". funny.
- people were dancing like no one was watching
- I HATE crowd surfing. It's just dangerous.
- I am still embarrassed for the poor drunken girl who got up on stage and over-stayed her welcome for a whole song.
- I ran into people I haven't seen in a long time. It was interesting.
- Thankfully, I ran into a friend so I was able to steer clear of the "people I haven't seen in a long time"
- I got a ride home and saved myself $20 in cab fare. Go me.
- I smoked and I paid for it. There, everyone happy now?

So, yeah -- that's about it. It was a good night.

It was not a good morning, however. Some stupid, stupid asshole opened his car door on me when I was riding down a BIKE PATH. I braked and managed to slow down a bit but the door managed to knock me right on my ass, which in hindsight (ha ha) is a good thing as I wasn't wearing a helmet.

He (some white fat grumpy old guy) helped me up, but didn't even apologize. He asked me if I was okay, inspected his door and gave me a dirty look. Instead of being mad at him, I was embarrassed. He asked me again if I was OK. I felt OK and there didn't seem to be any damage to my bike or to his precious door for that matter and so I said yes and he left. But now my tail bone is fucking sore and I'm furious with myself for not at least telling him off. No, it wasn't really all that serious. But still... I feel like I hit a whole new level of doormat-ness.

I just wanted to get up and get going before anyone came over. Some lady across the street hollered at me asking if I needed any help. I assured her I was fine and got back on my bike and tried to ride away in what I hoped was a dignified manner. But my legs were shaking so badly, I had to stop on the corner and rest. It was all I could do to stop myself from bawling. Mind you, I did a fair bit of that once I got home. I guess it was misplaced adrenaline.

Anyhoo, I'm calm now. Sore and smarter too. I will try to find my helmet. Now I am going back to bed. Because I can.

Darling, why'd you go and cut your hair?

no make-up, no hair

Um, it's June right? Could someone please explain that to my raw frozen fingers? I just returned from a long bike ride. Biking in the rain is exhilarating, sure... and I won't pretend that I didn't enjoy it a little bit... But, come on. I thought we'd moved past all this.

In other news, it appears that I've cut all my hair off. I go between hating it and not giving a shit.

In better news, I'm down a full 10 pounds. It's amazing what a little mental illness can do for the figure. I'm not consciously starving myself, I just cannot seem to eat. I can maybe manage a few bites -- enough to function -- and that's it. I guess my stomach is too busy trying to catch and kill all the butterflies to deal with food.

I'm not complaining. I'm going to Disneyland in a couple of weeks and I will have to wear a bathing suit. Look out single dads!

See, the sunny side of the street is just ... you know, across the street...

Dear Cancer...

Your attention to detail can get in the way of what must happen now. Although it could take a leap of faith to leave loose ends untied, this will work out for the best. The more energy you put into specifics, the greater the demands become on your time. So step back to see the whole picture before deciding how to proceed.

Super fun.

Walter is my boyfriend

This is the dress I treated myself to. Guess how much. Really... guess! Well, it's from the spring 2007 collection and it sells in stores for $300 US... and I paid $40. Yes, it's true. No, you're not dreaming. Yes, I'm the best. And yes, I look EGGS-actly like the model does in this dress, minus her thick thighs and homely face. Poor dear.

Time is kind to no one

Yesterday marked a difficult 2 week anniversary. Time certainly flies when you're feeling like shit. Why is it that when you're in love 2 weeks flies by? If you even remember to look at a calendar you are shocked at how quickly you've passed all those hours. But these past two weeks have been long and hard and slooooow. And yet, in a way I can hardly believe they've added up into an official block of time. 2 weeks/14 days... that's how long you might go on a holiday or the number of shopping days before Christmas. A lot can change in this amount of time. Everything changes and nothing changes. It's kind of fucked up, isn't it?

Oh, what am I going on about, you don't ask? I don't know. I guess I thought if I wrote something I could stop time for a bit. Fat chance.