Not being able to tell the difference on my morning commute between actual vagrants, and people dressed as vagrants.

Seeing girls who use the day as an excuse to wear black lipstick and dress like a ho (sorry honey, that’s not a costume).

Tiny children throwing tantrums because of the uncomfortable plush costumes their parents squeeze them into.

8 tasty treats for $1 at McDonalds with those halloween coupons.

And my personal favorite: November 1st, when all the Candy is 1/2 off at the grocery store

I have just decided (after being slightly inspired by Sue) that I need to go to the Ballet this season.

Specifically the Nutcracker.

Anyone wanna be my ballet buddy?

Today I realized that one of the anonymous blogs out there that I read sometimes when nobody on my blogroll is updating is actually written by someone I know. And the hontesy and self-truth that this person is courageous enough to write with really amazes me.

I like to think of myself as being one of the most well-adjusted people I know. But am I? I spend time congratulating myself on making it through my personal strife and struggles, and coming out “on top” at the end of things.

Then I read other people’s web journals, and see what they’re able to write about, and how they are so confidant in their own lives. And what do I write about? My fridge contains liverwurst. I am Licorice Tea. I am a temporary cat lady.

What am I really?

I am dissatisfied with my relationship.
I am curious about things I’m not comfortable speaking about.
I am concerned about aspects of my job.
I am lonely.

I am scared.

1. Name five things in your refrigerator.
Beer, Skim Milk, Red Peppers, Eggs, Liverwurst

2. Name five things in your freezer.
Salmon, Perogies, Freezies, Ice, Magic Bag

3. Name five things under your kitchen sink.
Cat Food, Tea Towels, Vases, Garbage Bags, Dishwasher Detergent

4. Name five things around your computer.
Dishes, Bills, Ibuprofin, Candles, Post-its

5. Name five things in your medicine cabinet.
Pepto Bismol, DayQuil, Neo Citron, Vitamins, BandAids

www.fridayfive.org

…do I always end up with the Hot doctor (note the capital H) when I go into the clinic for my Birth Control injection?

I wouldn’t mind, if I didn’t automatically get “vulnerable girl around hot successful witty man” syndrome. Said syndrome also increases about 12 fold when I’ve gotta bare my cellulite riddled arse to him.

Why can’t I get the jolly fat doctor man who sweats a lot? Or the bitchy woman doctor? Or just someone who’s really really old and /or unattractive?

*sigh*

I like Tea. This looks fun

You are Egyptian Licorice tea! Only the daring pick
you up at the market and sample a taste. You
have a unique taste and are not for
everyone..yet once someone is attached, they
seem to stick around for the most part.

Which flavor of tea are you? (with images)
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Yah, I’m still here. Just a little too tired to write lately. Deal with it.

*phew* I was really worried there for a moment, when my shaw modem suddenly died yesterday morning. I turn into a scary person when I have no internet. Thankfully I’m a smrt cookie, and managed to convince the support person (an errily nice and helpful one - he must be new) that it would be best if I just took the modem to the Shaw store and exchanged it. If he had made me wait a week for some idiot techie to come over, tell me it’s broken, and tell me to exchange it myself, I think I would’ve killed someone.

I got this in my email last night, and instead of following the “rules” and sending it out to all of my friends, I’m just going to release it into the blogosphere. Feel free to copy and replicate on your own blog.
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So, those cats I mentioned yesterday… they’re also lesbians. And not just any lesbians, but incestual lesbians. They’re half sisters.

How did I discover this you ask?

I’m sitting here at my computer, and in they come, and suddenly turn nose to tail (or lack thereof) and start licking eachother’s private bits. Strange, I think to myself as they wander away.

THEN THEY COME BACK IN 10 MINUTES LATER AND DO IT AGAIN!

I think they’re trying to traumatize me.

I’m cat-sitting for geekgirl this month while she endures the small hell that is showing, cleaning and packing her existing residence and looking for and moving into a new one.

After a few days of the experience, I must say her babies are the sweetest and cutest things *ever*. And that’s saying a lot, considering I’m actually a dog person.

Nala seems to be adjusting quite well - prancing around like she owns the place, and taking total control of the armchair.

Poor Bitsy, however, seems to have just gone into heat. The silly dear is moping and drudging around, rolling on the floor, showing me her bum, and generally being floppy.

She’s also making little noises that can best be described as the following combination of human emotions:
-Slight Discomfort
-Great desire to love and be loved
-Horrible wanting for the sweet release of death.

I suppose I might sound the same if I were hot to trot and not getting any.

When making potato-leek soup, peel potatoes, not fingers.

So I was planning on doing *things* today - but looking at the list of to do’s is just bringin’ me down. I always feel so tired lately.

I would probably feel better if I got up and actually did the things I set out to do, or just bothered to sleep less and exercise more - but it all just feels like too much effort lately.

I just got my first piece of genuine totally from a stranger criticism (i think) on my blog.

Unfortunately, it’s either cryptic, not related to the entry s/he posted on, or just that poorly written.

It’s also by someone who cared enough to read back through almost two months of archives - so they were either super bored, or kinda liked what I had to say until they decided that I suck (I think).

Go here to read the entry and comments, and tell me what you think. Is it cryptic or criticism or what?