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official business

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Last night there was a sock on the doorknob to our apartment. I am fairly certain this means that I was Doing It; however, there are several problems with this theory:

  • I was by myself
  • I don’t live in a dorm room

Strange. Ed claimed the sock when he got home, so I guess all is good. No, I don’t know why he didn’t bring the sock into the apartment. I choose not to ask these questions.

Today I have to go to the government, and I am nervous. I don’t like having to do Official Things – it always makes me feel like a horrible criminal. Still, it has to be done and stalling won’t make the justice happen. This week is jam-packed with activity, so today is really my only chance to rock the hell out of this space boat one last time.

I’m not really feeling the whole revenge vibe, though. It’s fun to pretend I’m doing this because someone done gone wronged me something fierce andI will have the last laugh, but really I’m doing it to protect myself. I’ve been left with no safety net and seem to have no recourse, which just isn’t right – so I’m off to see what can be done. I’ve also talked law with a law talkin’ person, who said it looks like I’m full of constructive dismissal goodness. I could maybe think about taking this whole nasty ball of wax further and do some suing, but it could be nasty and expensive and I don’t know if I really want to go down that road. It’s something to think about, but I’d rather use the government and whatever services they can offer me first because lawyers scare the hell out of me and also I do not own any court-appropriate clothing.

Scary.

i love the smell of tangents in the morning

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Ed and I didn’t end up going to Quattro for dinner last night, but not because it was closed (we had planned to go to the North Shore location all along), or because we were afraid of being shot at (we live in the Ghetto of North Vancouver; it’s a fact of life) – we didn’t go because I don’t really have a job.

I’m not being sarcastic this time; I really don’t. I sent a Come to Jesus (what does that mean, anyway? I honestly don’t know; I just enjoy the visual of asking my boss to meet me at the Jesus for some coffee and a scone) email to my boss asking what the hell was going on, and promptly (well, a couple hours later) found out many interesting things like there’s trouble afoot and hours are being slashed and executives are taking pay cuts and people are being let go and also all projects are on hold so um there’s really no work for me to do.

Well then. I was also told to take anything else that might come along, was guaranteed a good reference, and they’ll keep me posted if anything comes up for me to do. In the meantime, I have about three weeks of work I can bill for, and .. that’s about it. Oh, and the support system I worked so very hard to build up and make our clients love us for was scaled back to the pre-me state of the president or vice president will get back to you on that when they have time.

With all that news fresh in my ear, neither Ed nor I felt very good about spending a lot of money on a fancy dinner, tenth anniversary or not.

However, the evening wasn’t a wash by any means. Josh and I scooted to the Vespa shop to meet up with Ed and Shan’s newly tuned Scarabeo, and then we scooted around town for a bit smelling the below-mentioned smells and having an excellent time. We met up with Miranda and Reilly, and the 6 of us scooted to go have a look at a Mitsubishi Delica that Josh has his eye on. Afterwards, we all went to Da-De-O’s for some amazing food (some of which was on FIRE) and many laughs and good times before we all scooted to our respective homes for sleepings. So, while Ed and I didn’t get gourmet Italian food, we DID get to hang out with our favourite people, eat some deliciously filling tasty things, and spend a good third of what we would have spent had we stuck to our original plan. Besides, our Fifthiversary is coming up next week and we’re going away for fun and romance and island adventures.

A silver lining is not at all second best when silver is obviously so much more awesome than gold.

I couldn’t sleep last night though, which means my stress-induced insomnia is returning. The Skunk Jamboree certainly didn’t help either – it was so bad I had to leave the bedroom, and the living room was only slightly less foul. When is skunk season over? Far away skunk isn’t so bad, but when they’re doing that anal scent gland thing basically under your bedroom window, something has to be done. Do gorillas eat skunks? I could get some gorillas for the neighbourhood; put them in uniforms and let them patrol the area.

I do not enjoy being able to taste anyone’s stink, with or without fear of being infected by it. I am not Agent Elrond. You’ve failed me yet again, Starscream. LEFT CHEEK! LEFT CHEEK! LEFT CHEEK!

Hee! Who needs a job when I crack myself so consistently up?

smell that?

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Vancouver smells tonight.

I don’t mean that as a complaint, just an observation – tonight the entire city of Vancouver and its surrounding suburbs all smell. While we were out scooting tonight, I smelled:

  • Freshly cut hay (quite possibly the most delightful smell ever)
  • Freshly cut grass (also good)
  • Burnt coffee (horrible)
  • Delicious foods (yummy)
  • Lush (nostalgic and delicious)
  • Salmon being smoked (odd but not bad
  • Marijuana being smoked (wouldn’t be traffic in Vancouver without it)
  • Unidentified roasting flesh (unpleasant)
  • Sewage treatment (normal)
  • The ocean (fabulous)
  • Exhaust (Ed smells)
  • Skunks (aka home)

It was mostly nice, sometimes awful, and very strange. Everything was so fragrant tonight, so much so that I am telling the internet. Vancouver smells! A lot!

can’t sleep

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Things that bother me more than they should:

  • Ed’s snoring
  • Fingerprints on my Macbook surface
  • Misplaced apostrophes
  • My removal from my work’s staff page
  • My lack of caring about my inability to sleep

Hm.

walking fashion disaster

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I did the scariest thing on Friday: I picked out my own glasses.

Anyone who’s ever had to buy glasses goes through the untold horrors of finding new frames that don’t make you look like a serial killer or farm animal molester. Usually the best way to get around this is to bring people with you – people you trust; people who can tell you when you’re looking less chic and more deranged with every new frame you put on. Unfortunately for me, these people were unavailable for some reason on a Friday afternoon at 3:30 so I was left to my own misguided devices.

I ended up picking out two new frames and processing the order before I could get any kind of opinion on them at all. SCARY! I have terrible taste, remember? It’s the reason I often look like this or this and buy things that no sane person would ever find attractive in any way. I should be the last person on earth allowed to pick out her own glasses frames; I am just as likely to walk away with a pair of bright orange rhinestone cat eye frames as I am a pair of shiny purple Max Headroom glasses.

However, I actually did pretty good.

I was able to pick up the first of my new pairs that evening. They’re a green metallic DKNY frame that are as cute as hell and were met with approval from those around me. The second pair I won’t get until later next week; they’re being sent away for some fancy Transitions lenses and therefore take longer to make. The frames are Ray-Bans, meaning tighty whities and Bob Seger for everyone but also that I will be able to wear my sunglasses not only at night but whenever I damn well please. Hooray!

So, where are the pictures? Well, I haven’t taken any yet. Give me time to make myself presentable and I’ll put some up later. We went for a marathon scoot yesterday; out for about ten hours so today is a good day to clean and recover (yes, I fell down yesterday – shut up). It’s far too nice out to stay inside all day, so we shall see. I dig my new specs. They are super cute!

sekretz and lyez

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The universe is conspiring against me to make sure I don’t go to Victoria this weekend. The forecast for the long weekend is depressing and wet; not ideal for a scooter trip at all. I am bummed about this because I am sorely in need of adventure and things keep happening to prevent it – the weather, my horrendous headache, the mysterious whereabouts of my paycheque, the cramps I know I have but cannot feel because my head hurts so much, the SECRET INCIDENT. Stop it, universe. Don’t make me cut you.

The orgy of e-splurging has come to an end. I received the last of my outstanding orders yesterday; a new helmet from Taiwan. It is fucking gorgeous, and I adore it madly. I was looking forward to breaking it in this weekend with a long distance scoot to the island, but that’s looking less and less likely as the day goes on. I’ll have to think of some other fabulous way to break in my new helmet (that doesn’t actually involve any breaking whatsoever). It’s good that the deliveries will stop for a while; the postman thinks I am very strange and told me that people were “starting to talk”. I don’t know who these people are or what they could be talking about, but it sounded pretty ominous so I best try to behave for a while. A little while. Okay, maybe a week or so. There’s already four things I know of on their way to me – the Baby Scarer I won from the ebays, the goggles that were missing from my helmet shipment, and two “thanks for being awesome and answering our nosy questions” perks from Nintendo. I like getting stuff in the mail. The postman will just have to continue ringing twice, is all.

It’s the 10th anniversary of Princess Diana’s death. I remember where I was when I heard about it – I was in Edmonton, on my way back from the CD release party for Captain Tractor’s Bought the Farm. I had craftily tied the show into the real reason for my being in Edmonton; namely, the very first Fragapalooza. I was staying with one of the organizers of the event, and he had asked his dad to pick me up after the concert. He wanted to take me back to the house to sleep after the show – it was after midnight! – but I begged him to take me back to the hangar so I could grab my stuff and say hi to people. I also wanted to talk to the guy who dropped his computer while I was on my way to the concert. He had balanced his tower on top of another, and when he stood up his headphones wrapped around the box and sent it crashing to the ground. I really should have taken that as a sign of things to come; strange accidents seem to happen to this guy all the time. Seriously, just ask him what happened last Monday. He probably won’t tell you, but Ed’s a funny guy that way; wanting to keep his humiliations a secret instead of sharing it with the internet at large.

So, that’s where I was when I heard about Princess Diana’s death. Where were you?

danger taco

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I understand the need for waterproof mascara; I really do. However, after washing my face three times with various cleaning lotions, is it really necessary for the mascara to STILL be on my face? I look like I’ve just joined a troop of emo kids with too much free time and eyeliner. Seriously, I’d like this mascara to come off now. Don’t make me get the belt sander.

It is very hard to get work done when Hobble is being so damn cute. He’s generally more affectionate towards me than he was in the ago, but sometimes he wants to be loved RIGHT NOW and I’m powerless to resist the head butts and giant inquiring paw on my shoulder.

The government sent me a bill for $3.59. Thanks?

Today is better than yesterday, as indicated by my multiple paragraphs versus two sentences. It’s gorgeous outside; the postie brought me a box of yarn and instructions on how to make these; we did groceries last night so there’s food in the house; I have to submit my first full invoice today reflecting my new rate; my hair is a lovely dark red-brown; I just placed a bid on the ebays for something called a Baby Scarer. For a Wednesday, I feel pretty good.

I need to figure out how to crochet, though. I want an army of woolen snails!