Dude, you are totally from British Columbia!
Everything is beautiful and nothing is bad.

Which Canadian Province Are You From?
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Not bad, and I didn’t even pick any answers with “weed” in them!

I have just discovered a new way to strike fear into the hearts of telemarketers and telephone surveyers.

When they ask your occupation, tell them “call center management.”

Guaranteed, they will be stunned into silence, and be extra nice throughout the call.

As many of you may or may not know, John Mayer is coming to town on Feb. 14/04. I just finished purchasing tickets, and due to a stupid ticketmaster online snafu, I ended up with 2 extra sets of tickets that I have no need for.

Unfortunately, they won’t cancel them, because their system recorded those sales first - all they’ll cancel are my floor seats (which I’m not letting happen).

So. If anyone wants a pair of tickets to this event, let me know!

The concert is at the colliseum, and the seats are as follows:

Section V Row 9 seats 15-16
Section C Row 11 seats 1-2

I paid $110 for each pair, but I might be convinced to let them go for $100 each. They’d make a lovely Christmas gift!

email me: peechie at shaw dot ca

In honour of John Mayer tickets going on sale today at noon (Concert Feb. 14/04 - Pacific Colliseum), and because I want to know all the words when I go to the concert, I bought his new CD, Heavier Things, last night.

And, not surprisingly, I’ve found my new favourite song. Daughters.

I dare any girl who loves her parental-units (whoever they may be to you) at all, who’s ever had them be there for her after her heart’s been broken, to listen to this and not cry. It’s even more poignant if you have brothers.

(note: John Mayer is the only artist to date whose music has been powerful enough to move me to tears. This is serious stuff folks.)

Check the extended entry for the lyrics.
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First of all, thanks to everyone for “agreeing to disagree” with me and my little rant. It’s nice to know that most people are still capable of being rational, and all over fairly decent human beings.
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Now on a completely unrelated note:

I hurt. All over. All the time.

After two years of gaining weight (not a lot, but enough to be unhealthy), not exercising, and not eating very well, it’s finally caught up with me.

For the past 4 months or so, I’ve been suffering from Chronic Pain. Not like the disorder where it can’t be solved, but just the fact that I am always in pain. Mostly back pain. It’s getting so bad that it’s now making me physically tired. I could sleep 12 hours a night and still not feel rested. I go to sleep hurting, and I wake up hurting.

So dear readers, aside from diet and exercise (I’m starting my new program, Body for Life, on Monday) - what do you suggest? Other than drugs (and I already take more that I would like), and specialist treatments that I can’t afford, do you have any other ideas?

I’ve been pretty happy in my blissful bubble as of late. Surrounding myself with people whose diverse interests mirror my own to some degree, and who I think are basically “good people.” Unfortunately, the bubble is starting to deflate.

Problem is, for everyone who thinks that someone or something is great - there’s always someone else who is vehemently opposed to it. And apparently some people are just too damn ignorant, closed minded, and self-absorbed to be ok with the parts of me that they disagree with - so they discard the acquaintance/friendship/relationship as a whole.

NEWSFLASH PEOPLE - WE’RE NOT ALL THE SAME, AND THAT’S WHAT MAKES US INTERESTING AND UNIQUE.

Apparently the things I eat, places I go, people I see, and leisure activities I choose to pursue are all unacceptable in the eyes of those I know, in some way or another.

And I love how this manifests itself into many my “friends” and acquaintances always assuming the worst about me - despite the fact that they’ve only ever bothered to see the tip of the iceburg that is the “real me.”

When I ask someone if they’re going to the same party that someone they dislike might be attending, I’m two-faced - regardless of whether or not I was just curious, and the other person simply asked me if I knew, and I responded.

And when it comes to the places I choose to purchase my food and what I choose to feed my body - I’m an elitist snob.

Oh, and when I go out to celebrate a part of my personality that some may call deviant, I’m just a freak, and will certainly turn into a monster that’s no good and whom nobody can respect.

And because I don’t spill my guts about all of my personal problems - but try to extend a sympatetic remark and some encouragement to someone who doesn’t know the extent of what I’ve been through in the past (because really, it’s none of their damn business) I’m nothing but an ignorant, arrogant meddler.

Bottom line is, I’m me. You don’t have to agree with everything I do, but at least respect that I have my views, and you have yours, and it’s actually pretty easy to get off your high horse and agree to disagree with friends.

And if you’re offended by that - think about the fact that it’s the same intolerant attitudes, and a blatent opposition to living with and embracing diversity that resulted in the beating death of an innocent boy this weekend. You don’t have to beat me with your sticks. Your words and attitudes hurt enough.

And if you think I’m talking about you, I am. So there.

Holy Crap it’s December 1st. Time to run out and buy a new bus pass (yes I scammed the system and rode for free this morning, although it’s not so bad, because I honestly forgot until my commute was over) and a chocolate calendar.

It’s so nice to welcome someone home.

Angry Mondays suck.

My digital camera rocks.

Peppermint Brownies rock.

My head hurts.

I must make a batch of u-brew wine one of these days - it’s fun.

My thanksgiving is long past - but I’m very thankful for loving family and friends.