it’s like bloor street doesn’t want me to have q-tips or cotton swabs (those two words together sound disgusting for some reason) i mean shopper’s only has baby cotton swabs (barf) so i always forget that i wanted to buy some and then yesterday at the supermarket in the petfood/toiletries aisle i asked this chick if i was blind or stupid of possibly both cos every toiletry was present save for q-tips. i swear i am going to buy a shoe-box size lise i will even go with you to mississauga to costco to purchase a bulksize, moving box sized box of q-tips i feel like bug barbeque in microserfs who buys everything in bulk, drinking straws, whatever, cept i’m not a bald millionaire.
i should go back to bed so i can have a dream and then blog about it i have nothing to report today. we got halfway through kiss kiss bang bang last nite so i don’t want to talk about it much yet however it IS funny especially when robert downey jr. pees on that body by mistake he and val kilmer have good on-screen chemistry.
