SWEET! we finally made it out. And was it EVER nice to be out. It was a tad chilly and my ass still a tad sore but we went anyway.

adam got his hands on a display frame from the demolition site of a restaurant type place and made me a tribute to my scans. holy shit i was FLOORED and flattered and i feel so special. the back does not even come off the thing and he couldn’t find any scotch tape and used band-aids, it is hanging in the bedroom. ABC4 is the BEST MAN IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE.
i did say i would never post my bare breasts on my own site. seeing as every person who enters the apartment will now see my breasts [whether invited or not invited you cunty bitch mrs. e] i’m posting it. man.

i decided due to this tribute that i would do a new one. it has been a while. and what better thing to scan than my new belt buckle!!!! [the ninja will be on a break for a while]

basically, you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl. this is also a good indication of stories from the north to come.
i have never actually lived IN prince george but i have been going there since i was very young. i’m ACTUALLY from approximately 1000 kilometres further north and from two separate very small towns. even my closest friends in the city get blank looks on their faces for a few seconds when i ask them if they know which of the three towns i graduated high school in. most people just assume i’m from prince george. i did spend many a year growing up in the country doing similar work to the work i was doing over the last ten days so when i saw this belt buckle i knew i had to have it. i found it in the airport. it was meant to be, they were regularly thirty something dollars and i paid $14.06.

i’m going to catch up on your blogs now hopefully this ties you over until i’m done and can write you stories from the snowy north.
thanks for sticking around while i was away!

my frameless piece of shit glasses most recently seen here, broke again so im stuck wearing these. they leave a big red mark on my nose AND they hurt my ears.

i really love Canada a lot. some really cool people were born here. i was born here. ‘we’ invented hockey. winnie the pooh is originally from Winnipeg.

but the lamest thing, the lamest thing EVER is that we don’t have TiVo.

this makes me so fucking mad. it makes me feel like ‘we’ aren’t cool. it makes me want to move to Philadelphia.

crazy people meds
my crazy PERSON meds, my nutter meds - my me so crazy meds.
from paxil i switched to remeron and from remeron i switched to effexor with a little bit of clonazepam thrown in for good measure.

taking my nutter meds
can you bring me my nutter meds please
fuck i forgot to take my nutter meds today

those are a sample of my favourites. in general conversation(s) i generally refer to them as just ‘nutter’ meds.

BUT here i must confess, after being a seriously religious watcher of all seasons of OZ i am flabbergasted that until our recent marathon i had FORGOTTEN that the inmates call all the not so legal drugs in the prison their ‘tits’.

my oh so legal drugs (which also include my vitamins, birth control, and daily naproxen dose for my headaches) have been referred to as ‘my tits’ for well over two weeks now, and they shall forever be known as ‘my tits’. no more nutter meds for me.

adam started it.

live it, learn it, love it.

fuck man, can you get me my tits please�
have you taken your tits yet today, can i get them for you?�
dude, i gotta go take my tits
i forgot to take my tits
i need my tits man, can you go over and pick them up for me please�

the other day i was sitting at the computer wearing nothing but my ginch and there was a knock at my door. i ignored it because i was basically naked and i also knew who it was. not to mention, it’s my door and i’ll ignore it if i want to. it was before noon and i decided there was nothing that she could need that i gave a shit about, or that couldn’t wait for adam to deal with later. the knocking continued. i became annoyed and closed my ears off completely to an onslaught of calls “hello zou der?” in her high pitched german accent. i thought she’d simply go away and come back later maybe never at all, maybe when i had some fucking clothes on.
somehow i just knew she was going to do it. bloody nosey two different color sandal wearing old land lady don’t put that key in my lock. she put the key in the lock. she turned it, opened the door, “hello zou der�”
i sprang into action with seriously dangerous cat like reflexes, did i mention i’m a ninja?
i covered my boobies with my arm and ducked behind the chair. i yelled out that i wasn’t dressed. you would think this would detour her. NOPE. she asked why i didn’t answer the door. i’m not dressed. she asked if there were any holes in my apartment from the fact that the hall walls have been bashed to shit from the pipes bursting. no. (just the same ones that EVERY suite has from the maintenance!) and i’m not dressed. she would not fucking leave. she went on and on told me there were wall dudes coming the next day to fix holes. i’m not dressed. finally she closed the door she didn’t even lock it.
what a serious nutter. how illegal. cat juggling is more legal than that.
NO ONE was fixing any walls anywhere the following day what the fuck was she DOING???