"I had a dream that I was a lioness and I was in charge of taking care of two mentally challenged cubs"
-Niki
"I had a dream my number one crush was a sexy doctor with many sexy brothers who were beardy-longhairs and I had stomach cancer and they wanted to take care of me at their house. I think my stomach hurt in my sleep."
-Me
It's ladies night at the Mistletoe household!
Two of the prettiest ladies I know and I are going to have vodka lemonade and martinis and annoy the cat at my place! Life is grand and we are all so lucky/cursed to be in the middle of all this. Yeah? Yeah!
"Don't these stairs know how often we ride our bikes!?!?"
-Raymi to me on the too-many stairs at Paupers last night
Showing posts with label girlfriends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label girlfriends. Show all posts
11.20.2008
saucy
I hate that sick guilt feeling I get when I've done something dumb. I couldn't go back to sleep this morning because of it. I hate hate that. I could never be a murderer or a robber or even a bad liar because of that feeling.
Ugh! I hate it.
I'm kind of over it now, but still.
It's just that I acted like a 15 year old and stuck my nose in other peoples' business. And just convinced my friend that there's a reason he doesn't tell anyone anything.
Nice.
I should get off the sauce.
Oh no, my first thought upon writing that sentence was "there's no booze in the house, I should get to liquor store before it closes". t-t-t-t-t-trouble.
I'm being very dumb.
Work at cutting back. Okay okay will do.
The dishwasher guy at Aunties broke his wrist and I've known all three of the people filling in for him when I've been by.
This friend who I want to be my actual friend was one of them. And he sat with us for awhile, which was pretty nice. I find him very, very funny. He has the same sort of timing/characterization of British comedy or something.
Anyway.
I go to Aunties and Uncles far too often, I know. And yesterday I got into big trouble because I forgot to order my breakfast tacos (new favourite omg so good like I can't even tell you) without sausage until they'd already made them (I forgot! and I thought he'd know since I order them the same way twice a week.) but they made me new ones because they're nice like that but I did feel guilty. Yesss I did. Damn they were good though.
I'm really glad to have this friend back around, she's been so busy lately and then away and stuff and I just really like hanging out with her, she's very funny and tells funny stories. And is kind of gross and way too descriptive in a way that I enjoy.
On the Aunties menu it says Cup of Good Soup and even though it's always different, it really is always good. More than good usually.
That Deer had to leave to go to work and so that left us ladies to chatterton on our own. We stayed a long time and even had coffees after finishing our teas. Handy to have a neighbourhood hang where they don't mind if we do that.
I found some chocolate-flavoured confections in my pocket which I had forgotten that I'd gotten at my friend's birthday the other day. I was happy to see them though!
AWWW MAN CHRISTMAS IS COMING CHRISTMAS IS COMING.
I set up my teeny tiny Christmas tree and put my one wrapped gift beside it and when I woke up this morning it was bright out and in because of the white white snow and I had some mint chocolate in bed and remarked "This feels very Christmassy!"
Aw that feeling.
Speaking of that feeling, I'm hoping to get stuff Accomplished today. hmmmm.
Ugh! I hate it.
I'm kind of over it now, but still.
It's just that I acted like a 15 year old and stuck my nose in other peoples' business. And just convinced my friend that there's a reason he doesn't tell anyone anything.
Nice.
I should get off the sauce.
Oh no, my first thought upon writing that sentence was "there's no booze in the house, I should get to liquor store before it closes". t-t-t-t-t-trouble.
I'm being very dumb.
Work at cutting back. Okay okay will do.
The dishwasher guy at Aunties broke his wrist and I've known all three of the people filling in for him when I've been by.
This friend who I want to be my actual friend was one of them. And he sat with us for awhile, which was pretty nice. I find him very, very funny. He has the same sort of timing/characterization of British comedy or something.
Anyway.
I go to Aunties and Uncles far too often, I know. And yesterday I got into big trouble because I forgot to order my breakfast tacos (new favourite omg so good like I can't even tell you) without sausage until they'd already made them (I forgot! and I thought he'd know since I order them the same way twice a week.) but they made me new ones because they're nice like that but I did feel guilty. Yesss I did. Damn they were good though.
I'm really glad to have this friend back around, she's been so busy lately and then away and stuff and I just really like hanging out with her, she's very funny and tells funny stories. And is kind of gross and way too descriptive in a way that I enjoy.
On the Aunties menu it says Cup of Good Soup and even though it's always different, it really is always good. More than good usually.
That Deer had to leave to go to work and so that left us ladies to chatterton on our own. We stayed a long time and even had coffees after finishing our teas. Handy to have a neighbourhood hang where they don't mind if we do that.
I found some chocolate-flavoured confections in my pocket which I had forgotten that I'd gotten at my friend's birthday the other day. I was happy to see them though!
AWWW MAN CHRISTMAS IS COMING CHRISTMAS IS COMING.
I set up my teeny tiny Christmas tree and put my one wrapped gift beside it and when I woke up this morning it was bright out and in because of the white white snow and I had some mint chocolate in bed and remarked "This feels very Christmassy!"
Aw that feeling.
Speaking of that feeling, I'm hoping to get stuff Accomplished today. hmmmm.
1.20.2008
6 reasons why being in a relationship is bad (for me):
1) I do not get any work done.
I would always rather hang with babes instead of writing/photographing/acting/anything really. I always choose babes. And also, no one like gooey, sappy writings. Except maybe me. And other wanker girls.
2) I get whiney.
I do not know what it is about babes really liking me that turns me into a snivelly, sucky baby. I'm like that kid at day-care whose parents have finally arrived, you know what I mean. Well maybe you don't. But still.
It's sick.
3) I do not clean the house
If there is a chance of an impromptu soiree with an exciting babe then there is a bigger chance my house will look even somewhat presentable. Once a babe has seen my place messy then there is no chance of my cleaning it just to impress them.
4) I do not feel like partying
My lifestyle revolves around babes. Partying whilst single is the best because every night is filled with possibilities and options. Unless you live in Saskatoon, in which case you are shit out of luck because the pool there is so small that you already know everything about everyone and everyone is coupled off and if you haven't met that babe already he's probably not worth meeting. Occasionally new people move there though, then you have to jump on them right quick.
5) I do not feel like leaving the house
To do what, exactly?
6) I get so boring it's ungodly
All of a sudden there's nothing else to talk about.
All of my girlfriends are part of couples these days. It's irritating and turns them into such bore-factories.
I'm going to go on Lavalife and pretend to be a cute boy so that I can meet single girls to party all the time with.
I pretty much have one (1) single GF to party with, and she has a whole bunch of kind-of-boyfriends and even one that she talks to every day. But luckily she is a party-and-a-half so it's still okay.
And she gives me drinks.
And she makes me dinner when I forget to eat sometimes. And she holds my hands and she keeps me from falling over while we walk from hip-hop karaoke back to Octapus. And lets me poke my head into pubs that maybe babes I shouldn't see would be at.
I wish I could remember more of the karaoke because I think it was pretty awesome. But I drink too much and knock over all the shoes in the landing and then almost trip onto my head when I go to go for brunch the next day.
I fall in love with my lifestyle every day these days.
It's a nice change.
I would always rather hang with babes instead of writing/photographing/acting/anything really. I always choose babes. And also, no one like gooey, sappy writings. Except maybe me. And other wanker girls.
2) I get whiney.
I do not know what it is about babes really liking me that turns me into a snivelly, sucky baby. I'm like that kid at day-care whose parents have finally arrived, you know what I mean. Well maybe you don't. But still.
It's sick.
3) I do not clean the house
If there is a chance of an impromptu soiree with an exciting babe then there is a bigger chance my house will look even somewhat presentable. Once a babe has seen my place messy then there is no chance of my cleaning it just to impress them.
4) I do not feel like partying
My lifestyle revolves around babes. Partying whilst single is the best because every night is filled with possibilities and options. Unless you live in Saskatoon, in which case you are shit out of luck because the pool there is so small that you already know everything about everyone and everyone is coupled off and if you haven't met that babe already he's probably not worth meeting. Occasionally new people move there though, then you have to jump on them right quick.
5) I do not feel like leaving the house
To do what, exactly?
6) I get so boring it's ungodly
All of a sudden there's nothing else to talk about.
All of my girlfriends are part of couples these days. It's irritating and turns them into such bore-factories.
I'm going to go on Lavalife and pretend to be a cute boy so that I can meet single girls to party all the time with.
I pretty much have one (1) single GF to party with, and she has a whole bunch of kind-of-boyfriends and even one that she talks to every day. But luckily she is a party-and-a-half so it's still okay.
And she gives me drinks.
And she makes me dinner when I forget to eat sometimes. And she holds my hands and she keeps me from falling over while we walk from hip-hop karaoke back to Octapus. And lets me poke my head into pubs that maybe babes I shouldn't see would be at.
I wish I could remember more of the karaoke because I think it was pretty awesome. But I drink too much and knock over all the shoes in the landing and then almost trip onto my head when I go to go for brunch the next day.
I fall in love with my lifestyle every day these days.
It's a nice change.
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