I AM HAPPY
have been on a bit of a pimm’s tear. over it now.
snuck out with melodie to get some sun and reading in.
flickr has scattered the order of my pictures as usual.
i need to shrink this dress. why’s it so bulky, it’s a small.
so bummed here. so so bummed. pathetic.
oh yes, the shirt. some things get rotated more frequently than others and then you are feeling picture-takey-posey then it’s like the only shirt you seem to wear.
wasn’t sure if would make it through this. this is what my g20 looked like. toronto no thanks.
my waiter was really hot and i felt like we had a “thing” going on between us but i couldn’t very well go over and be like um i am going to circle around again once we leave and pretend i left something here and slip you my number. should have though. now i’ll have to wait it out for some other time that will not happen and the guy probably won’t work there anymore. we were both wearing the same shade of blue shirt. we were both frauds.
chocolate espresso butter. i blogged this already right? whatever, it’s insane. so good.
behold the vision what is trish.
and then she is gone. we know each other from elementary school. i bore everyone with that tidbit every time i see her.
rob the slob.
emo asshole vortex.
that yellow stuff on the side is pate beneath fat, or butter. ridiculous. i am such a heffer now. partly why i’m so depressed. vicious cycle.
this is torture.
third triangle point arrives.
virgin suicides vision. then i went on a crappy date with a guy and his weird shaped face. it was down to two guys, knew i wouldn’t like either of them. one wanted to go to reposado. i couldn’t be bothered to humour that guy anymore cos his hair was thinning too much so i last minute-cancel-swapped. the one i met up with was way too short. i am never meeting anyone else off that stupid fucking website. the free drinks and food isn’t worth it anymore. my time is too valuable, these dinks are just so exhausting. i can’t even muster up enough energy to exploit them here which is half the point of the “meeting”. i just look at them and think, he’s not him, why am i here. i also do not appreciate another round when i go to the bathroom and have already stated i was finished.
as much as i love eating i am sick of eating. and drinking. something that was at first such a joy and still is, is now seen as an, i dunno. there is something more right? it’s travel. all i see before me is night after night after night of dinner and wine and then bed and then rise. i am the worst company ever right now basically.
half blinking ghost. a guy sat down behind him wearing the same sized checked print shirt, slightly different shade of colour.
post work slob.
i want a pizza oven.
garbage fish pizza. sardines and anchovies simultaneously is like coke and pepsi at the same time. pointless.
as if i’ll be able to resist doing this at work. drowning gelato in espresso. except we have just ice cream. so good.
this post was incredibly difficult to get up and i can’t even express why. i just feel weighted down. i regret yesterday’s post because i realize i won’t be able to shake these blues right away and it irritates me quite a bit. i also received a lot of nasty comments yesterday which appalled me. apparently i shine some joy on people (who sometimes need it) via this blog, you’d think the favour would be returned at some point or other and not shitty abuse. OMG YOU WANT ATTENTION YOU LIAR! i was accused of SO TOTALLY ASKING FOR ATTENTION when i said i didn’t want it because i left my comments on. please, if i knew my website nerd’s email off by heart i woulda written in a heartbeat to turn this shit off. i barely had time to even write that post, i just felt like i needed to get it out cos it’s my goddamn given right to express myself freely and this is my outlet. whatever it takes right?
If you knew how much I was actually hanging on by a fucking thread here I don’t think you’d say such (terrible) things.
I cannot even be completely miserable without getting shit on. Ever. Fuck you.
a comment i posted yesterday not sure if it went through.
i’m going to visit the skids in thunder bay next week once and for all.