I should hate you, and I did for awhile. I don't hate you anymore. I feel like I need you in my life. That same feeling I had when I met you, and told you I wanted to be your friend. And no, I never introduced myself as, "Anne". We've got too much in common, and now I know that you are just looking out for me, and want me to be happy. As of tonight, I know you want me to breed. But I've got to say, it's my party and I'll breed when me and Smyrish want to. ;)
I sometimes want to take your lips, and pinch them together so you can't speak, and force you to listen to what is being said. Sometimes, I wish that the mother of your child and I didn't have the issues that we have, because of you, and you and me. Sometimes, I just want you to drop off the face of the earth, so I don't have to deal with you, or memories of you. And then, there are nights like tonight, when I run into you accidentally, and I am so grateful.
I'm an odd girl. I like to think that if I liked someone, or even loved them, I can still be friends with them. I try not to hold grudges. This makes things awkward, sometimes, as you know.
I hope that one day, we can just hang out, without me having to worry about you getting in trouble for driving you home.
I feel like I should thank you, for making the end of my evening, feel like the end of a good movie. Or maybe I should just thank my stereo, for having the power to be a wonderful soundtrack to the goings on in my car. Either way, thank you, for tonight.
Apr 9, 2008
Apr 7, 2008
Girl Drink Drunk
These days, I don't get out much on Saturday nights. To be perfectly honest, I would rather stay home, watch a movie or some bad TV, and drink some wine. I like to save my socializing for Tuesdays and Thursdays, when the bar isn't as busy, and I can actually have conversations with my friends, instead of yelling across the table at them, and spending the evening nodding and smiling and pushing through a pack of drunk kids to get to the washroom.
But, this past Saturday, I just felt the need to be out the second I got home from work. What I really wanted was to sit on the patio, and drink some beer and clam, but since the patio isn't open, and I do not possess the ability to zip over to the future, I just headed down to the pub, hoping that it was interesting.
After a game of golf, a pizza and a couple pints, I convinced Das Piper and Wretched, GQ's Hot Italian Girlfriend, that the three of us could probably have a deadly time together and get into trouble, if we just left the pub before the Saturday night dance party began. We wrangled up a fourth, Kat, decided who was going to be the driver and chance losing their license, and headed out on the town.
We decided to do a pub crawl, and hit every bar from downtown to the south end of town, and have only one drink at each one, then run off to the next.
We stuck to beer for the first couple pubs, but the consensus was that we were more bloated than drunk, so we switched to girlie drinks. Chocolate martini's here, Jagermeister paralyzers everywhere else. We learned that Smitty's Lounge can be kind of scary on a Saturday night, the University bar closes, because everyone goes to The Pub, and drinks are still cheaper almost everywhere else, in comparison to our normal hang-out, even though liquor prices have risen. By the time we got to the last pub, where we found karaoke, I was sure I was lactose intolerant, and had to switch back to beer.
It was a fantastic time, and it was nice to get out and away from the norm, but after spending $125 on booze, and spending Sunday cursing milk, I think that I'm set to relax for a bit. Well, until the patio opens in a couple weeks, that is.
But, this past Saturday, I just felt the need to be out the second I got home from work. What I really wanted was to sit on the patio, and drink some beer and clam, but since the patio isn't open, and I do not possess the ability to zip over to the future, I just headed down to the pub, hoping that it was interesting.
After a game of golf, a pizza and a couple pints, I convinced Das Piper and Wretched, GQ's Hot Italian Girlfriend, that the three of us could probably have a deadly time together and get into trouble, if we just left the pub before the Saturday night dance party began. We wrangled up a fourth, Kat, decided who was going to be the driver and chance losing their license, and headed out on the town.
We decided to do a pub crawl, and hit every bar from downtown to the south end of town, and have only one drink at each one, then run off to the next.
We stuck to beer for the first couple pubs, but the consensus was that we were more bloated than drunk, so we switched to girlie drinks. Chocolate martini's here, Jagermeister paralyzers everywhere else. We learned that Smitty's Lounge can be kind of scary on a Saturday night, the University bar closes, because everyone goes to The Pub, and drinks are still cheaper almost everywhere else, in comparison to our normal hang-out, even though liquor prices have risen. By the time we got to the last pub, where we found karaoke, I was sure I was lactose intolerant, and had to switch back to beer.
It was a fantastic time, and it was nice to get out and away from the norm, but after spending $125 on booze, and spending Sunday cursing milk, I think that I'm set to relax for a bit. Well, until the patio opens in a couple weeks, that is.
Apr 3, 2008
10 Good Things About Today
1. I woke up early, next to Smyrish, and cuddled up to him until my eyes were ready to open and my brain was ready to use the coffee maker.
2. Film Star and GQ are coming over this afternoon to help me clean the yard.
3. The Weather Channel promises that it will be +10 degrees Celsius by this afternoon. Fucken' A.
4. The girls and I have declared it Fraturday, and we're gettin' slammered tonight.
5. Smyrish and I are going to walk around the lake on his lunch hour. Yay for exercise!
6. My spring cleaning will be complete before TypicalQuirk comes back from Japan tonight.
7. With any luck, Red has had her baby boy by now, and I can pop on over to the hospital to make faces at him later. That's what good pseudo-aunties do. I might even make faces at Red.
8. The bunny hasn't peed on me once. He did pee on the carpet though. Bad bunny!
9. I sold another item on Etsy, and it'll be off in the mail today.
10. The sun is shining, I have just enough ingredients to make a veggie omelette, and only one shoulder hurts instead of the usual two.
2. Film Star and GQ are coming over this afternoon to help me clean the yard.
3. The Weather Channel promises that it will be +10 degrees Celsius by this afternoon. Fucken' A.
4. The girls and I have declared it Fraturday, and we're gettin' slammered tonight.
5. Smyrish and I are going to walk around the lake on his lunch hour. Yay for exercise!
6. My spring cleaning will be complete before TypicalQuirk comes back from Japan tonight.
7. With any luck, Red has had her baby boy by now, and I can pop on over to the hospital to make faces at him later. That's what good pseudo-aunties do. I might even make faces at Red.
8. The bunny hasn't peed on me once. He did pee on the carpet though. Bad bunny!
9. I sold another item on Etsy, and it'll be off in the mail today.
10. The sun is shining, I have just enough ingredients to make a veggie omelette, and only one shoulder hurts instead of the usual two.
Apr 2, 2008
Dude...that's Excellent!
"Be excellent to each other." - BillThank you, Paige Stanton, for honoring me and my blog with the Award of Excellence. I am feeling pretty excellent today, what with the sun shining and my 18 hour shift at work being over, and this just made it even more excellent.
It is only 9:00am, and I am positive this spring day will only get better, and I hope the same for the rest of you. So, before I go off to eat my turkey bacon, and my green pepper, mushroom and feta omelette, I would like to take my turn to award a few blogs that I deem "excellent" as well.
The Palinode
Smyrish
Mrs. Mogul
The Nervous Axon
Oh My Seven
Dr. Pepper is Good for the Soul
Have a lovely day!
Mar 31, 2008
It's a Bit Early, but I was Just Thinking of You...
I will never forget the day Kurt Cobain died.
I was walking out of the house, to see what my dad was doing in the yard. It must have been really warm, I was only wearing grubby jeans and my Jesus and Mary Chain t-shirt. I do remember the sun shining, and the snow was almost gone. I couldn't see dad, but CBC radio was blaring from the radio in the garage, so he had to be within ear shot.
"Smells Like Teen Spirit" started to play, and I heard the DJ say, "Stay tuned to CBC news on the hour for more information on Kurt Cobain's tragic death".
A few seconds later, the on-the-hour CBC "beep, beeeeep, BEEEEEP" came, and I don't remember much after that, other than standing in the middle of the garage, dumbfounded, trying not to drop to my knees.
I cried a lot the next couple days, alone in my room. I still cry at times, when I think of how sad I was at that time, and how music made me feel like I wasn't alone.
A couple years later, I watched my brother become a fan of Nirvana, and I watched him feel the way I had felt. People worried about the sad Kurt Cobain posters on his bedroom wall, and worried that he was just as sad. I'm sure he was.
One night, as my parents were busy worrying about him, and the cops were worrying about his Nirvana posters, I locked my bedroom door, and pretended that nothing was going on. I smoked a few cigarettes, had a hoot, and cranked up some John Lennon on my stereo.
I was hoping to send a subtle message. I don't think it got through.
But music saved him too.
Our artists suffer, so we don't have to.
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