Just ONCE, I’d like someone to realize that:
Fucking up my name in three separate ways in one evening is insulting and infuriating.
Ed’s parents were sweet enough to book us a hotel room for the night of his cousin’s wedding, so I am currently chilling out in our suite before the reception starts. We leave Edmonton tomorrow, but tonight is for partying – the ceremony was at noon and was short but sweet (and surprisingly heavy on the jebus – I keep forgetting that the majority of the norms really buy into the whole “give yourself unto god” thing).
I’m slowly but surely kicking the ass of my sinus cold. Tonight should do wonders for my breathing tubes – we’re in a non-smoking room, as opposed to the pro-smoking house. It’s comfy there, but I can’t breathe and my cold is not helping matters. At this rate, I’ll be better just in time to go back to work on Tuesday. Yay?
Okay, I have a king-sized bed to hog for the next couple hours.
My name is Kimli. I live on the internet and also in Vancouver. I like to write words, play video games, and ride my scooter. I also like Diet Coke and explosive hyperbole.
I blog all the time at Delicious Juice Dot Com, and some of the time on the Tumblrs.
