DEPRESSBIAN

ah man city life is exhausting i forgot all about that. ha what a little girl oh my god i had to like, DO THINGS. at one point i sighed dramatically on the streetcar and exclaimed that i was not meant to do things. don’t forget to be inspired girls!

yesterday i had a wonderful experience at the bank. went with sass to auntie’s for a goodbye “it’s on me” brunch and luckily mer was there for her to sit with as my bank business was not going to be the breeze i thought it might be. ughhhhhhh. how difficult is it to get a bank card replaced? not very you’d think. WELL let me tell you, if the system hasn’t been updated and they only have the signature you wrote when you were a teenager on file (the one with the star and the heart in it) then you are shit out of luck. also if that branch no longer exists either and you can’t think to tell them your teenager address cos you aren’t cluing in to the teller’s little mind games so you list off every address you’ve resided in the city at and none of the information adds up. obviously you lose your cool a little. actually i was pretty nice i just snatched my pieces of ID back said thank you for trying marched out and walked away angrily. thanks for wasting my time you knew twenty minutes ago we wouldn’t be reaching a consensus so why make me stand here with my arms folded when you knew you’d be falling on the go to your own branch routine you lazy. ugh. so i call my ex would-be mother in law as she works at my branch and start angry-frustration crying cos i am cool like that. oh my god this story only gets more boring. basically the bank was skeptical of me big time then they weren’t skeptical anymore, just defensive. sorry about that we aren’t trying to give you a hard time here. yeah i know, sorry your system isn’t updated. back and forth ping pong from hell. i got my card and made it back to auntie’s to find sass and mer mucking it up with my shades and toque, taking pose as raymi pics. thanks friends! more here.

apparently i go all rigid when i pose. meh. you guys should make a point to look like me more often. “just” “sayin” xoxo.

right now i’m in bed with my legs jacked out. bed-laptopping is painful. i’m so stressed and in limbo, yeah stress due to in-limbo that all i can do is just, nothing. being pre-menstrual is cool too. half my stuff is packed the other half is just staring at me and i’m staring back. i start training tomorrow, i am excited and nervous. i can’t wait to have my room set-up. i can’t wait to have less yellow hair. haha.

thanks god for bailey’s. typo, meant thank god but i’ll leave it cos it’s like i am personally thanking him.

i just want to do wii fit until i can’t feel my body anymore but the house is in such a disarray. people are coming to look at it at 6. dave is moving to pei i’m pretty bummed and in denial. don’t even get me started on the dogs. i am this close to losing it entirely. it has not been the greatest of times.

when my life is settled enough i am going to approach the dermatologist guys i’ve been seeing and show them how terrible their work is (the thing on my shoulder that looks like a volcano zit) and show them receipts from all the band-aids and makeup i’ve purchased to cover it up. not to mention the charge for each treatment. it’s annoying having to re-tell the same story over and over whenever someone asks why i have a my little pony band-aid on my shoulder. 1. because i am a four year old and 2. retelling stupid story. that purple/blue bottle is the anti-brass conditioner. i think it’s working already.