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1. And they say it never snows in Vancouver. Try telling that to my backyard:
2. My roomie and I are suffering a severe case of randy pants. I am afraid I'm going to become one of those gross old women who spend their winters in Florida wearing leopard print leotards and pink shimmer lipstick. To date, most of these women I've seen who fit this bill are blonde or have bleached their hair to the point of no return to normalty. I am scared. 3. At a recent party: ME: Oh, my god. That dessert looks amazing! FRIEND: I made it myself. OTHER FRIEND: What's it called? FRIEND: Sex in a pan. ME: Oh, oh! I just had this the other day. OTHER FRIEND: Is it good? ME: Delish. (pause, offering a little bit of time before I proceed to attack the dessert lest I look too piggish) ME: Well, it's been nine months since I've had the pan-less version, so I better take what I can get. Suddenly, silence. People in my corner look at each other for a beat and then burst out laughing. If they only knew. 4. I saw Larry Clark's Bully last night. It disturbed me, and I ended up running to my bed and falling asleep halfway through. There just wasn't anyone I liked in the damn movie. Not that you're supposed to like everyone in real life, but I have annoying people I'm trying to avoid in my real life. Why let it transfer to my me-time? 5. Karma is hitting me. The two people I've been trying to avoid in this city of 2 million (or thereabouts) happen to be the two people that I see walking on the street in the past couple weeks. Face the music, snowpaz. Face the music. 6. I finally have two days off in a row! 7. This New Year's Eve, we are going out for brunch, going to see Return of the King, meet my pal Susan and her Scottish cohorts for a little brewski and then attempt to find something entertaining for new year's as a last minute option. Fingers crossed we don't end up on the street, mascara dripping down our faces. Ha! I rue the day I wear mascara, let alone have it drip down my face. 8. Goodbye. And happy new year's eve, chums.
And I feel fine....... - 2004-02-23 |
