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Friday, 17 May 2013

  • ADVENTURES IN LAMENESS / stupid friday entry
    So yeah, I'm actually going to talk about my personal life for a second. Brace yourselves.

    The boytoy found our original OKCupid conversation, and I thought it was kind of funny (read: eye-grougingly boring)  enough to share. He still had it saved and fetched it for me because I was curious (he's cheesy like that and saves things, bless his cute little Peruvian ass heart.) I was underwhelmed, to say the least. I especially enjoy the parts where I ignored him for like, 2 weeks (and ALMOST didn't reply, because I was SO sick of dating at that point, after a slew of what was a veritable buffet of candidates for the less intelligent spinoff of Jersey Shore) like, "your name is WHAAAAT??? BITCH PLEASE," AND the part where he acknowledges being BORED of our conversation, right at the end. 

    Truly, we are a glorious pair. (God knows how the hell it happened, given this gem, but still.)

    Also *dunh dunh dunh*... we're 27% ENNEMY. 

    (And for the record, I had a mustachioed profile pic for a while:  hence his (oh-so-original) opener. Though if he had made fun of my mustache regardless, I probably would have FIGURATIVELY admired his balls for doing so and answered anyway.)





    Yeah, I have no idea how we ended up boning, guys. No idea. 
    Clearly our chemistry is just... ebullient, with those sexty messages.  =__= Almost as exhilarating as a game of parcheesi at the seniors' home at 2pm on a Sunday. I mean, it was a like a tame episode of Dora the explorer. 

    Still... that fancy haircut: 


    And DAT FRIDGE...   

    Regardless, I'm glad we bored the ice to death (cuz we certainly didn't break it) and that he decided to blackmail me into dating him, in the end. Haha! 

    ........Heh. ................



    .....................................He still has my cat guys, help me!!! 






Thursday, 16 May 2013

  • Random mixed bag 

    I actually have a lot of little things in mind today, so instead of pulse-spamming, I thought I'd share a quickie, foul-mouthed blog.

    1) I used to worry about how I sometimes show up at 9 for work, even though my boss said I can show up whenever. And she wasn't kidding. Some people here show up daily between 10-11am... but the thing is, I DO my hours, whereas those aforementioned latebirds bugger off around 3-4.  So with their lunch breaks, which they TAKE, that's a 4-hour day. WOW. I KNOW these folks in particular work very hard and take their job seriously... WHEN THEY'RE HERE... but I'd be lying if it doesn't make me a touch irritated. In fact, I'm downright pissed off about it, because I feel slimey if I even leave half an hour early, with permission, for an appointment.  DAMN CONSCIENCE, I SHOULD JUST TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE APPARENTLY DOES...

    2) I have been having trouble staying motivated with the workouts in the recent month, as happens to me every summer. (milder weather = I don't wanna be inside anymore) I've also come to the conclusion that I absolutely LOATHE jogging and these days, pretty much refuse to do it. Like, I don't even enjoy a micro-second of it... and the entire 35 minute experience is about as interesting to me as a seminar on different kinds of paper (and YES, I've been to one), only with grueling physical pain. I MEAN ISN'T IT SUPPOSED TO GET BETTER??? Point being, I need a new physical hobby. Been playing a lot of badminton though, but it's tough to find players who are on a "physical activity" level with me, as opposed to the "we're half-drunk on a Sunday picnic- HEY LOOK A STICK TO HIT STUFF WITH" level.  And while FINALLY snow-less, the weather's not been stable enough for biking... whether it's high-winds of effing FROST WARNINGS in May, Mother Nature has been positively schizo up here, and I don't much feel like freezing my tits off or being unceremoniously blown into the Canal on one of my leisurely rides to work.  But hey, we Canadians LOVE talking about weather, so at least we've had plenty of small-talk fodder. Where was I again? Oh yeah... random musing number 3. 

    3) I'm poor. But it looks like I'm finally starting to get my head above water concerning my upcoming California trip, at least. I've been getting a few commissions from various sources lately, and they're helping. Plus, we're getting some mad discounts and I plan on living like a hobo, off tuna cans and sleeping in the car for two weeks, hahaha. YEAHHH!!!! YOL-, no, I'm not even going to. But yeah, a few of the commissions are more pinup works... and though this is a huge DUH, I didn't realize how quickly BOOBIES would get me money. Oh Rule 34, you are a traumatic, yet lucrative bitch.

    4) I WANT A DOG SO BAD </random> I saw someone who has a Shiba in my neighborhood and I almost died at how cute it was. (they're my favorite) They're uppity little rascals though, so I could probably never have one (since I don't have a yard where it could run around in), not to mention that my landlord is a dick about animals (as we all saw this past January with that harrowing Walter experience) even though nowhere in my lease does it say I'm not allowed. But given my horrible luck with dogs thus far in life, I'm not prepared to commit my emotions to another animal before I am 100% certain of the circumstances. I can't handle being fucked over again. 

    5) Because it's been coming up a lot lately for some reason on the internet and IRL, Christians against homosexuality: I'm gettin' real tired of your shit. Just saying. I try to be open-minded and understand where you're coming from but I guess in my old age, I've had to accept the fact that I'm intolerant .... towards the intolerant. 

    6) Yeah... nothing, so here is a random picture of my cat, who is a huge douchebag, by the way.





Wednesday, 15 May 2013

  • Xangan Ghost Artses



    Ok well, contrarily to Xanga, he's not actually dead. Just not here anymore. But still, I wonder if anyone will remember this brilliant, surly and shit-disturbing former-Xangan, who commissioned me recently. This place could use some shit disturbed, let me tell you.
    Anyway. I'm quite happy with this. 

Monday, 13 May 2013

  • A usual Monday post
     
    I often ponder the idea of mediocrity, and how I will probably never really amount to anything more than "average".  I say this without self-pity or sadness... it's more of an observation, though it DOES have a touch of emotional baggage attached. 

    I mean... I have an average job, no real objectives, I'm in an average amount of debt, making a low salary, average-looking, average body type, average hobbies... it's like I'm kind of destined for Middle-class purgatory forever.  I'm nearing thirty, and nowhere closer to any of my goals (hah, I have goals?) than I was 5 years ago.

    People are so conditioned these days, to want more and more and more... and I'm no exception. I want the nice big open loft overlooking the city, the exciting, artsy job... the dogs, the handsome boyfriend (well, I think he's pretty damned handsome, so WIN there.) the exciting, travel-heavy life. I want the rooftop garden and the comfort in knowing I don't have to worry about money. 

    But I think that most of us will never live that life. It's a simple question of logic. For there to be rich, powerful and beautiful people, there have to average, struggling, shitty-job peons. 

    I don't want to be a peon... but shit, I'm far too lazy from a middle class cushy upbringing to have any real drive for anything, though my sense of expectation is the size of Jupiter. 

    Hence, life of disappointment and mediocrity? Probable.  

    Strange, Monday thoughts. 

    I don't want to say I've given up... but there's a fine line between optimism and delusional thinking. Acceptance is the first step....


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