what an ash hole

www.dilbert.com

Hahahahahahahaha!

"I wonder where she keeps her teapot to."

Mark and I went to the Halifax screening of Young Triffie this evening. It's co-written, co-starred and directed by Mary Walsh. That was enough to get me to go, but it also had a few other fine Canadians... Andrea Martin, Colin Mochrie and that cute guy who plays Hank in Corner gas, Fred Ewanuick. He and Mary were at the theatre to introduce it, so it was a fun start. The movie was a little bit on the bizarro side, but it was pretty funny. It comes out in April, so if you get a chance, go see it.

something new

I was playing with Photoshop. :)

And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain

You always were two steps ahead of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout down to me
Where I always used to be
And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain

grr

Someone broke into the shop on the weekend and stole some things. So now we need to get bars on the downstairs windows to prevent entry. That's the second robbery in 6 months, so some of the staff are not feeling too good about it. This was a break and enter, which is preferable to armed robbery involving the staff (the last occasion). It doesn't bother me from a safety perspective (we're in the city, any place can get robbed at any time), but from the perspective of the shop suffering in the long term, I'm just pissed. What a crappy was to start the week.

Mondays suck.

vague and bleary-eyed randomness

Some things are just random and bizarre. What a strange and wonderful weekend.

*

He picked up the gin and tonic, took a small sip, and discreetly as possible, turned his head away and spit it over the arm of the couch onto the floor.

I tried to contain my mirth, failed and was asked blandly,

"David, why do you INSIST on seeing EVERYTHING."

Hehe. Why indeed, why indeed...

*

It's just past 6 am, I'm barely awake and trying my best to make a discreet exit. The whole building is dead quiet. I know the stairs are somewhere down the hallway, but my contacts have long since fused to my eyes and I can't see the EXIT sign anywhere. I choose a direction and just as I set off, this random girl nearly walks right into me as she exits a bathroom. I'm totally surprised and nearly have a heart attack; she gasps and nearly screams... we both looked at one another, muttered sorry and fled in opposite directions. It was just luck that I picked the correct direction and found the stairs. My heart didn't stop racing until I started the car.

*

Seriously though, how many drunken phone calls back and forth is enough, before the parties involved realize they've had the same conversation about ten times. Obviously, it's more than 8. Absolute hilarity, none the less.

"Paper or plastic?"

Says the rather dense looking young man at the cash register at Esso, "Uhh, what does it mean 'Choose account, Chequing or Savings'?"

The cashier and I had a good chuckle.

panoramic systematic shutdown

As if this PAST week hasn't been hard enough, I woke up this morning very nauseous... I called work to tell them I'd be in late, took gravol and went to lie down for an hour. I dozed off and had a rather rotten dream... I was at the beach with friends and we missed someone. We saw him floating face-down quite far off shore and I had to swim out to rescue him. I got to him and tried rescue breathing, but nothing was working. So I'm out in the ocean with a drowned friend and nothing I am doing is going to save him. Cue the alarm clock. I wake up in a panic, feel like crap, and have to get up and go to work.

I think that if I make it through this week even slightly sane, I'll have accomplished something.

I'm sick, tired, angry, hurt, lonely, mildy intoxicated from my medication and I want to scream!

On the other hand, I have a friend and her bebe boy coming this weekend for a visit. I haven't seen her in 8 months, so I'm very excited.

Balance, it's what life is all about. :)

sunshine or snowshine? whatever, gimme a damn lollipop!

Amazing how strange a morning can be. I woke up feeling pretty good about life and a bit refreshed after a half-decent nights sleep. The cold is still holding on, but it's almost to the point I'm not noticing it. So I did the morning routine, got ready for work and opened the door. I suppose I should have opened the curtains at some point, as I wasn't prepared for the weather. As a mater of fact, I opened the door and got hit right between the eyes by a big wet clump of snow. It was half rain, half snow and because it was still really bright in the house with the curtains closed, I thought it was all sunny and nice out. I laughed and laughed, I found it really funny. Then I nearly fell down the steps. Then I gotto the car and realized my snow brush was in the trunk. Then I looked down the road and realized traffic was all fucky fucky. I laughed even harder, it really was funny. So I've decided I've either totally lost my mind or I'm just in a really good mood. Heehee!

out out damn spot

destiny decided I would only get two hours sleep last night, but with the help of a shower, a simple breathing exercise, my favorite mantra and 15 minutes meditation, my headache is gone and I have some energy... if only I could meditate away phlegm. hehe! 9 hours until I can curl up in bed again with some neo-citrin... the countdown is on!

ow ow ow, make the bad man stop...

Egads, what an emotionally fraught week it was... for various reasons, my poor head has hammers in it, mostly due to a head cold. I could have done without that, but everyone at work got sick, so I took my turn gracefully. It really has taken a lot out of me, and it hasn't gone away yet. I'm mentally and physically drained. Work was bonkers, as we had one guy quit Monday morning, the manager had a death in the family and was gone and another technician had his mother in the hospital and missed some time. I ran around too much and got wiped out, which probably helped the cold dig its claws in. On top of a week of craziness, I was attending a birthday party for an ex, and I ended up over-anxious and completely wound up for no reason. Fucking brain. Four days of cough suppressants and cold medication made me the anti-life of the party, I'll tell you that. I had less energy than a bowl of pudding. I went with a friend to see 300 on IMAX, which was quite rewarding, but the two of us had the sniffles and I was miserable, sore and tired out of my bloomin' mind, so it took away from the overall experience. Harsh! I don't like things interfering with my movie-going. I had one experience on the weekend that made me really happy and picked up my spirits considerably. I'll keep that one in the vault, I'm greedy and don't want to share. Last but not least, I had a really funny moment at Wendy's restaurant before the movie. As we were walking in, I held the door for two people coming out and my automated customer service program kicked in... as they walked through the door, they said "Thank you" and I automatically replied, "You have a nice day." Heh. It is to laugh. Sweet fuck, it's early in the morning and I can't sleep. Work starts in a few hours and I have a walloping headache. This is going to be one long fucking day.

ping

Afraid To Sleep

We slept in this room together, but now you're gone,
And it's so quiet I turn the TV on.
We lived in this room together, we painted the walls.
Now time doesn't stand still, it crawls.

And I'm afraid to sleep,
'Cause if I do I dream of you,
And dreams are always deep
On the pillow where I weep.

I never realised how much I was in love with you,
Until you started sleeping with someone new.
Last night I dreamed again and you were there.
You kissed my face you touched my hair.

And I'm afraid to sleep,
'Cause if I do I dream of you,
And dreams are always deep
On the pillow where I weep.

Lying alone in the darkness with the memory in my head.
There's a big hole where my heart is
And a lonely feeling rollin' round my bed.

And I'm afraid to sleep,
'Cause if I do I dream of you,
And dreams are always deep
On the pillow where I weep.

I'm afraid to sleep.

- Dido

Shopping for cock!

(of the silicone kind! hehe!)

My lunch break was more interesting than usual today. I ran out of good lube the other day and I recently found out that Venus Envy stocks it. Seeing as their store hours are almost the same as mine, I decided a lunchtime shopping trip would be the best option for me. So I made plans to go there today.

I decided that since I was going to pick up lube anyway, I might as well buy a new toy. I haven't really bought anything new and exciting since I lived out west, and I tossed most of my old playthings in the garbage before I moved (they were mostly cheap-ass toys anyway). I kept a sturdy medium sized vibrator and an eight inch, extra-thick dildo. Well, quite a while back I broke the vibrator, so last night I set my mind on finding a new one. And I did!

Viola! It's BUZZ!



No, I did not name it... I'm not that mental. That's the model I picked.

I shopped quite a bit and ended up liking this one... the name did amuse me, I will admit that. My consultant last night told me the blue ones look Smurfilicious! I laughed and told him I would most certainly get a blue one, and so I did. Honestly, most vibrators for men that I've seen are very realistic, pretty hard/plasticy, super- strong vibration wise and (last, but not least...) huge. Since my dildo covers the "sortof realistic" and "large-nearly-to-the-point-of-discomfort" categories, I thought I'd get something different. Venus Envy has a more 'feminine' (for lack of a better term) selection of toys, thus I now have a Buzz. I wouldn't have minded something that vibrates a bit harder (my last one could make my teeth chatter...), but I'm quite happy with my purchase anyway. :)

Hehe! Gives a whole new meaning to having a few drinks and getting a buzz on! ;) I'll just see how far that goes tomorrow night.

ouch

some things hurt too much to express properly with words.

worse when it's inexplicably silly.

how very tedious.

Ryle hira.

catharsis or cardigan? clandestine or clockwork?

I've always found a trip home to CB works wonders for my mind... granted, this trip had a purpose and was short even by my standards, but even while I ran around in a few circles, I found some me time... I worked out a few decisions I had been putting off for a long time, exorcised a few demons and got myself a haircut just for fun :) the stylist was wacky crazy and gave me a half decent cut for a first timer... but holy fuck, she made it a super sensual experience...

normally, I enjoy my trip to the stylist... I absolutely love people playing with my hair, and a haircut is a step above that... but this stylist, from the moment she started washing my hair to the last whisk of the brush, was super sensual... I don't know if she meant to be, but it was like getting a massage followed by an above neck rub down... yeesh! even when she was using the electric clippers she had her fingers running back and forth on my neck... I could barely speak when she finished up, I was in la la land... what a rush!

anyway, the whole trip was a bonus and I've come back to Haligonia refreshed and purged.. I think that's all I really wanted :)

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's ... no, wait... it's a bird...

Ha ha! I so want one!

Hmm, but where the fuck would I put it....

Whatever. On a brief hiatus to the Cape for a few days... little bro has a 30th birthday party and I needed to escape Halifax for a little bit... some days are just too long for their own good.