Il me parle tout bas
pass these guys everyday for the most part. no strong urges yet. sometimes i will swoon over the display, but that’s most likely due to the big VERA WANG on the window. if it were just a regular bridal store i wouldn’t give a shit i’m sure. fil says the dress in the back the bottom of it looks like crumpled up toilet paper is affixed to the skirt. of course he’d say that. dude wants me to wear a fucking burlap sack i bet. ok this is going to be one of those dreamer wedding blog posts. PSYCHE no it’s not. still no plans as of yet. when it happens it’ll be an elope-type wedding, already on honeymoon, party when we get back. therefore a dress like this isn’t necessary. even though thanks to barbie at some point in my life i am “supposed” to wear a wedding dress – despite not feeling a strong urge or desire really to do so, i still feel obligated to again, thanks barbie. i don’t blame movies or old-timey magazines, barbie is the only culprit here. i wasn’t one of those girls when asked what they wanted to be when they grew up said MARRIED. i feel like my getting married is more so a dream for my nana. marriage bells won’t be ringing until we have money for a house, sorry. want us to get married now? give us a down payment so i can start collecting stupid knick knacks to fill my dream house with. grandchildren? same deal.
shit. the word obligated just reminded me of something i wanted to write about last nite that came to me in bed, the phrase obligated pride comes to mind. ugh whatever.
its come back. this is going to stress out my dad.
i’m pretty certain this is from the way i type combined with how i hold my hands in claw-form when i’m thinking – doing anything that involves the slightest amount of thought or movement.
sick! i’ve had it checked before, it’s called a ganglion cyst. this time around it’s sore though. maybe i need a computer break. see what i do for you ungratefuls.
WHAT IS THAT STAIN ON MY COUCH FIL WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING OVER THERE!?
if you watch this you are an even bigger loser than i am.
arran: You should get another Dear Raymi post going because I have some questions for you. Like, how do I get my neighbors to shut up? They are an innocent family but they’re loud.
i tried to get more details out of you concerning this family but apparently you are too busy to get back to me. anyway, i am probably the last person you want advice from as i have been in a do nothing stalemate with my yelling neighbour for three years now. sometimes i bang on the wall and they shut up, i think that’s the best thing to do. it’s non-committal yet also lets them know you can hear them so maybe they should give it a rest. also, it shames them which is a bonus cos they avoid us now, great! as we are that couple next door to the griswolds in this building. selfish snob assholes, basically.
and yes i’ve heard/read about the tanning bed recent “discovery” (like we all didn’t know about it before) and my first thought was man i want to go tanning as well as fuck there goes my nice tan.
also, vancouver’s heat complaints are funny to me because they are finally experiencing summer toronto temperature we receive each year.