It's the equivalent of a child jumping on my bed and spilling hot coffee in my face.
Next time, I'm calling the Humane Society. Your backyard looks like a destitute bone yard anyway. So I got that on ya.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The politics of a dog's voice
I wouldn't send neighbourhood children into your home early in the morning to jump on your bed and spill hot coffee on your face, so why is it ok for your dogS to bark as loud as __ each and every morning at the butt crack of 6am which wakes up the entire pod of our complete neighbourhood? A very, very dense neighbourhood, with a LOT of people, as a matter of fact.
It's the equivalent of a child jumping on my bed and spilling hot coffee in my face.
Next time, I'm calling the Humane Society. Your backyard looks like a destitute bone yard anyway. So I got that on ya.
It's the equivalent of a child jumping on my bed and spilling hot coffee in my face.
Next time, I'm calling the Humane Society. Your backyard looks like a destitute bone yard anyway. So I got that on ya.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Back by popular demand - ME!
Yes I've been negligent. I'm baaaack ladies!
Last Wednesday during my lunch hour I decided I buy an orange popsicle from the store. Initially I had wanted grape - old fave, what can I say - but they didn't have any. I bet they don't even make them anymore. Too "fruit-like" for the kids of today. So I gawt an awrnge popsicle (how they'd say it in the US). Can I tell you that awrnge popsicle was like the best? It was the best thing in ages! Gawd. It was just a regular old orange popsicle and I was loving the shit out of it. My coworker also gave me a chocolate mint chewy sort of candy and that was the shizz too.
It was a good sort of day.
Last Wednesday during my lunch hour I decided I buy an orange popsicle from the store. Initially I had wanted grape - old fave, what can I say - but they didn't have any. I bet they don't even make them anymore. Too "fruit-like" for the kids of today. So I gawt an awrnge popsicle (how they'd say it in the US). Can I tell you that awrnge popsicle was like the best? It was the best thing in ages! Gawd. It was just a regular old orange popsicle and I was loving the shit out of it. My coworker also gave me a chocolate mint chewy sort of candy and that was the shizz too.
It was a good sort of day.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Happy Snowz
People and their snow freak outs. You should have even seen this woman on the streetcar this morning – it was so packed and I could barely get off so I said excuse me so people would let me through (obviously) and she said, “There’s like no room.” Ok, so does that mean I should just STAY on the streetcar then and NOT TRY to get off then?! Would it just be pointless for me to try to move because YOU SAY there is NO ROOM!? Is there REALLY NO ROOM!????!
That is all.
That is all.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Princess and the Sleep
Weirdest thing - a few weeks ago when the weather was at its winter worst, I was going to bed probably almost an hour earlier than normal 'cause my bod just couldn't carry out the rest of the day. I found the early bedtime felt nice in the evening hours, but by the morning I was more tired than ever. Do you ever sleep too much and then feel exhausted? So last night, I went to bed around 11:30, got about 7.5 hours of sleep, and felt like a new woman this morning - not wanting to punch anyone in the morning! Not like I ever feel this way...
Friday, February 25, 2011
Me + Animal Collective = lurrrve
Just listening to it on the i-tns (aka: how we pronounce iTunes round these parts). Man, love. Not man love, but music love... wow.
So tonight going to an audition for ITC encore - loves that place. Gonna get me onto a student team again. That is if I remember correctly how to do improv, since my last taste was in early December 2010. Sheesh. I just might fail ce soir. No, I won't at all. Alllllso, I'd like to take 202 (wouldn't YOU?) but I dunno guy with being on a team, AAAAAND class? That would mean three nights a week of comedy. Who do you think I am? Well yah, I'm funners.
Gawd, there's a lot of talking to myself 'round here today.
I don't have any streetcar stories today. No men exposing their naked butts, no people cramming themselves in through the back doors. But I must say, I love the feeling of having a jam-cram-packed streetcar roll up to the stop, replete with people just barely hanging onto the 'car and spilling out the windows, only to see another, very lonely, empty streetcar directly behind that one, which no one happens to think to get on but myself, leaving me a nice, large, luxurious streetcar to really let loose in, and be able to bask in graffiti such as the below.
Breakfast anyone?
P.S. On a note related to the beginning of this post, I also love Supergrass. If they have a concert upcoming in TO, LET ME KNOW
So tonight going to an audition for ITC encore - loves that place. Gonna get me onto a student team again. That is if I remember correctly how to do improv, since my last taste was in early December 2010. Sheesh. I just might fail ce soir. No, I won't at all. Alllllso, I'd like to take 202 (wouldn't YOU?) but I dunno guy with being on a team, AAAAAND class? That would mean three nights a week of comedy. Who do you think I am? Well yah, I'm funners.
Gawd, there's a lot of talking to myself 'round here today.
I don't have any streetcar stories today. No men exposing their naked butts, no people cramming themselves in through the back doors. But I must say, I love the feeling of having a jam-cram-packed streetcar roll up to the stop, replete with people just barely hanging onto the 'car and spilling out the windows, only to see another, very lonely, empty streetcar directly behind that one, which no one happens to think to get on but myself, leaving me a nice, large, luxurious streetcar to really let loose in, and be able to bask in graffiti such as the below.
Breakfast anyone?
P.S. On a note related to the beginning of this post, I also love Supergrass. If they have a concert upcoming in TO, LET ME KNOW
Friday, February 18, 2011
Friday mornings
Drinking a cup of coffee and chewing Trident Strawberry Twist gum. Never a dull moment 'round these parts. Who told you Friday mornings weren't fun?
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Ok I'm back, sorry
Conversations with Auntie:
Auntie: Anyone interesting on the streetcar today?
Me: No one interesting today. Just stupid people who keep loading themselves in through the back doors. And then they laugh 'cause it's awkward, but it's only awkward because there's no room for them at all and they're probably just embarrassingly laughing at themselves 'cause they look so stupid cramming their bodies into an already JAMMED streetcar. And then the driver yells at everyone on the car because someone's standing on the back steps and "the door won't close if you're standing on the back steps." Heard that about 100 times already today.
Auntie: Anyone interesting on the streetcar today?
Me: No one interesting today. Just stupid people who keep loading themselves in through the back doors. And then they laugh 'cause it's awkward, but it's only awkward because there's no room for them at all and they're probably just embarrassingly laughing at themselves 'cause they look so stupid cramming their bodies into an already JAMMED streetcar. And then the driver yells at everyone on the car because someone's standing on the back steps and "the door won't close if you're standing on the back steps." Heard that about 100 times already today.
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