Monthly Archives: February 2007

ride sally ride

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We braved the Big Mall (BC version) last night, to redeem a series of items that would give us untold treasures in free and/or cheap loot. The evening started at the bookstore, where we hit up the bargain tables with a fury – I came away with three books that will entertain me a great deal, all for less than $15. Shan found a birthday present for her mom, and then we were off to the MAC store (makeup, not computers). MAC has a delightful policy of allowing you return 6 empty containers in exchange for a free item. In the spirit of spring cleaning, I went through all my secret stashes and culled a lot of my expired makeup – so much so that I had 36 pieces to return. I didn’t exactly need 6 new pieces of makeup, so I shared with Shan. We each came away with two new eye shadows and a new lip goo each, and in addition to our free loot we each opted to cure aids by purchasing the new Viva Glam lip goo. Feeling mighty fine about ourselves, it was off to the Body Shop because my mom thinks I am still 12 and gives me a gift certificate each Christmas. I had $25 to spend, so I got some new shower gel. I really wanted to cure aids at the Body Shop too, but their promotional perfume stuff is really toxic and I don’t want to smell like I should be in junior high anymore. We wandered around for a bit more – Shan bought a CD, I was attacked by a lip-gloss wielding maniac in the Aveda store, and I bought two untried shirts at Old Navy that turned out to be totally great – before we headed out to trade in the Yaris for the anticipated return of the Mazdabator.

This morning was equally productive; Ed and I cleaned the apartment and then he brought out Sally for me, warming her up so I could go on the first ride of 2007. It’s awfully nice outside, and Sally is super fun to ride. I’m freshly showered now, and we’re just waiting for the good word from JoshShan so we can all head outside to do .. stuff.

Busy busy.

I also have a new favourite drink – POM Tea! The Pomegranate Lychee Green Tea is frickin’ awesome, and it comes in a glass you can keep and drink Diet Coke out of just like I am doing now. Hooray for antioxidants! I am so healthy.

Lastly, someone please buy me this because omg.

where’s the pee

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I don’t know that my vampire pee pills are working – I took my 12.5mg dose this morning at 9, and since then have only peed twice. That’s pretty normal, considering I drank a chai the size of my head. Where is this extra pee I’m supposed to have? How can my tensions mellow if I don’t pee out the evil?

Luckily, the danger of bursting into flame in direct sunlight is minimal because I live in Vancouver and we’re in the middle of the rainy season, so we won’t see the sun for another 9 weeks or so .. but for some reason, that’s not making me feel any better.

Where’s my pee?!

in space no one can hear you cry

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The Space Station is making me sad.

I don’t like this feeling, because I really do like the company and the people I work with. The majority of my sadness comes from what my job has become – at the moment, I’m a receptionist/tech support monkey, not the Project Managing Internet Superstar I’m supposed to be.

My Space Bosses keep promising me awesome projects that’ll dazzle and amaze, but for the time being I’m stuck doing tech support and it’s absolutely bringing me down. It doesn’t help that the main phone line just happens to be on my desk, so I get every phone call that doesn’t go to the sales line. Between answering the phone and responding to support requests all day long, I don’t have time to even begin doing any prep work for these awesome projects I’m supposed to be working on soon. The few projects I DID have were overrun by the office control freak, so I was squeezed out of a lot of things including the upcoming office move. Oh, I’ll still be involved, but my role has watered down to being the person who tapes up the boxes once they’re all packed – a far cry from what I can and want to do. Throw in my daily battles with an extremely obnoxious client (seriously, if you sell hemp clothing, shouldn’t you be a laid-back hippie instead of a giant asshole?), and I’m just really stressed out and sad and dreading my 9-5 stint of answering the phone all day long.

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Sorry, I just had to go greet some clients at the front door and usher them in to their meeting with the sales guy. I should probably go see if they need coffee. I am the saddest little astronaut in the whole space station.

i don’t know why i swallowed a fly

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Finally, my doctor prescribed me the one thing I’ve truly needed for a long time: medicine that will make me pee more.

I saw Dr. Safari last night (no sign of the Latino Sherpa though) for a refill of the anti-crazy, and she took my blood pressure because I think she really enjoys doing it. The last several times I’d been in for my various herpes my blood pressure clocked in high – I just attributed it to my near-constant rage at the world around me, or that I always seemed to be having a terrible day when I had to go to the doctor. Last night was no exception; my panties were in a mighty bunch over the various ways in which Ed had done me wrong. My seemingly constant high score worried Dr. Safari though, so she prescribed me half a low dose of some drug that, among other things, will make me pee like a jolly fiend. It’s also reputed to increase my sensitivity to sunlight, so I’m going to be a hypertensive pee-crazy vampire in danger of heart attacks and kidney failure. Hooray!

the secret of the door

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Last night while herding cats back into our apartment, I noticed something strange – there were words carved into our front door. I immediately leapt into Paranoid Conspiracy Theorist Mode, wondering if the idiots upstairs had exacted revenge on our door by carving some (undoubtedly misspelled) bad words or insults into it. A closer inspection of the door told me this wasn’t the case – the words had been there for a very long time, and in fact had been lacquered and coloured over in an attempt to hide the words. The cover-up worked adequately enough, since we’ve lived there for six months and this was the first time I really clued into the fact there were words there and not just scratches. Now that I knew there was a message though, it was time to once again go all CSI up in my bidness.

My first go at deciphering the message was to take a piece of paper and rub a pencil on it to make the words stand out. Only problem: no pencil. Okay, let’s see if this method would work with a highlighter! Conclusion: nope, that doesn’t work. Do I have any crayons handy? I’d long since thrown all my crayons at Steve and didn’t have a single one handy. I did have pencil crayons, but they were all in storage and I was feeling lazy – it was almost midnight. What to do?

I eventually decided on manual translation. I stood at the front door staring at the words until I could make them out, and at long last I was able to figure out what it said.

The message was totally worth the effort, too. If I hadn’t spent 30 minutes of my life Nancy Drewing the words off the door, I would’ve never discovered the following Confucius-like verse:

Boo-Boo’s Place
OH YEAH and the
Loonie!

For some reason, I am less than satisfied.

bandwagoning

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I set up a Flickr account to take my mind off how utterly and fantastically bummed out I am at the moment. There isn’t much there yet – I want to upgrade to pro before I start moving all my images over – but take a look if you’re bored and add me to your contacts, or something.

whoa oh oh it’s critical

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Our laundry situation is now critical. I am out of pants and underwear, and therefore am wearing two skirts (just in case) and emergency unmentionables. Laundry Night in Canada has been foiled twice now and I am out of patience along with clean shirts – we will be doing laundry tonight, or else. I have spoken!

Ed just told me the car repairs will cost $450 ($300 deductible and $150 for a new grille), for a total of $1400 spent since the end of December. I am both sick to my stomach and helplessly enraged.

Fuck.

that lucky old son

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Frankie Laine died this morning, at the age of 93. My dad absolutely loved Frankie’s music – in fact, he was probably his hero. They actually got to know each other and become friends, which is pretty cool. Here’s hoping they’re hanging out somewhere, raising a toast to eternal good times.

RIP, Frankie.

live from cell block c

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Undoubtedly there is some concern that I am the astronaut in question, but I assure you that I have not been arrested for any sort of murder, attempted or otherwise. I’d also never be involved in anything so tacky and common as a love triangle – no, I’d go all out for a love rhombus or even a love oval. Nope, no incarceration for me although the day is still very early. Who knows what my afternoon and evening will bring? There is hope yet that I’ll end up in a jail cell before the end of the day.

The Mazdabator is in the shop yet again, this time on ICBC’s dime. We’re hoping our landlord will make the idiots upstairs pay the $300 deductible – we’re not really in a position to afford it, since we just paid $900 to repair the damage that happened in Whistler. The fight was caused by the friends of the idiots upstairs, and they apparently live in a dream world where they aren’t responsible for the actions of their guests even though the resulting episode caused damage to the building, property and a vehicle belonging to a fellow tenant. This dream world must be pretty awesome. I’d love to be able to decide that I’m in no way responsible for the drunken naked rampages that stem from activities within my home.

I’m actually pretty disillusioned about the entire thing. Ed is on the jolly side of pissed off – he’s getting all the damage repaired and some stuff done that he’s wanted for ages, whereas I will be holding off on things I want/to do so we can spend more money fixing up the car. The landlord did mention to Shan he was going to TRY to make the idiots upstairs pay the deductible, but he didn’t say anything to us or to Ed when they spoke yesterday. Previous attempts to get the idiots upstairs to do anything – warn people in advance when they’re planning on holding a party, refrain from allowing your guests to smoke in the hallways, apologize for any of the problems caused by their friends, stop having building-wide parties on weeknights at 2am, realize you are not living in a dorm room – have been met with utter non-compliance and contempt. I hate the idiots upstairs. I wish I could wish terrible things upon them.

The one bright spot in this entire mess is the rental car we got. Instead of the smelly loaner car from Ed’s mechanic, we got a rental car that is shiny and new and decidedly odour-free. It’s a little Toyota Yaris, and it’s very fun to drive. I’d been thinking about cars lately (because Ed won’t shut up about them), and the Yaris was on my list of cars I would consider if we had need to be a two-car family again. I get to try it out without having to go to a dealership which is a bonus, and it’s fun to have a small car again. It’s similar to my old Metro, but much fancier what with the power steering and brakes and all. Still, we don’t need two cars, so I will just enjoy the non-smell and continue the countdown until I can ride Sally again.

I have put the wheels in motion to get myself a MacBook. I have a name for it and everything.

not dead

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Home now!

We spent a fun weekend in Victoria, complete with rain and Dim Sum and a whole lot of crime (we saw three car accidents in a 6 block radius, and one potentially dead body). I took a lot of pictures (I still can’t get over the thrill of having a camera that does as advertised) which I will post later and pretend that people care about my attempts at “artistic” photography (no dongs, I promise). It was a good time, but I am totally exhausted and ready for some serious vegetation. Is it the weekend yet?

I forgot to mention my Injury of the Week for last week, but I feel that it is so monumental that it really does deserve a belated how-do-you-do: I got hit in the eyeball by a Tupperware container lid. Not in the eye, in the eyeball. It hurt. I really ought to learn to close my eyes when things are coming right for my face.

So hey, I think I want a MacBook.