dichoso aficionado

9:02 pm

We’re on. Wasn’t even really thinking about it til neeks had a last minute reminder.

Good juan on the candles in the stairwell, pleasantly comforting. i’m running on a battery. also for the hour, running on battery were the freshly d/l’d radio-friendly mix ob choons c/o our household hed spin also found here.

saw margaret cho last night and watched tabs almost pee her pants, get told to “get a watch, bitch!”, and not quite pee in excitment over the

gay bar!

gay bar!

gaybar!gaybar!

and learned that other peoples parents stories are some of the best.

good seats in good company. i was the sniffly sicky and i tried my best to blow my nose through the funniest parts. she’s always got one to top it all off, that m. cho.

last night’s jokes n jokes, (bad sound).

and classic cho.

another 30 minute break. these rainwater toilets are really self-satisfying. i’m doing good to the environment and to the sea mammals just by shitting at work as opposed to home!

anyways, talking balls.

i said it 2 months ago in the first or 2nd entry and i have to be honest with myself and announce that i haven’t come much further since then.

actually, i think i may have even retreated back to the way i was and how i presumed my future would be. i can’t take for granted the life that was given to me and be the waste-case i’d rather be. i can’t. i really shouldn’t.

inspired for seconds. uninspired for hours. maybe lay off the magazines and dive deep into a thick story that’s far from mine. i should really stop living my ghetto fantasy and really do with what i’ve got so i can create me some reality.

break over.

as in, minutes left of my break.

in my savings i’ve got barely enough for a plane ticket anywhere. and she’s talking about a purchase the size of Vancouver Real Estate. good luck with that, not while you’re here with the fishes.

5 minutes left and i’ve just finished yet another grilled cheese & bacon on brown. delightful, yet unnecessary spending and eating.

o can’t wait to drift away and call it my “reality”.

xoxo

The long weekend for me started on Thursday with absolutely nothing but bed and internet television. i had so many dreams for the day that i wrote out a to-do list and accomplished nothing on it. Thursday turned out just the way i wanted it to, but not the way i planned it to.

Friday was much of the same, except I scrubbed the bathroom for money. It’s nice to get paid to do things around the house, although I am not in it for the money. If I was, I’d go get paid $200 a day to do it for real (assholes). I’d do it for $500 if you wanted me in Agent Provocateur. It was nice to have some help, but it would be cooler if everyone just made it a part of their everydays.

Friday night was Chin’s party for Esthero and I brought some new & old friends along. We had a blast as did everyone else in the tiny 8th floor studio. More of those to come. The dance party was so much fun that the next day everyone forgot that every other one of us was even there! Beat that.

hour break over.

before i do all the things i wanted to do today:

* check: clean house
* check: cheque & lunchie
* check: cardsesh

i would also like to purchase this book by this lady.

but i think i should save it as a reward for after i have actually reached these goals.

this is my life!

isn’t that what they call in east van, “gentrification”?

was just reading that and don’t even feel like going into that subject. just thought urban renewal was a more uplifting term. promising. yet disposable.

so today i suddenly and unexpectedly had a visit from . and my body welcomed the occasion for the first time in a while. yay! let’s see how day 2 and the new j.o.b. cooperate with my body separate of my self.

this unexpected welcoming could be from general good spirits, newly wed lovebirds, an opportunity to wear a new dress and eat delicious treats.

i still need to put up panama pics. i know. i could try and do it now. but i don’t really want to.

and on behalf of those in my 20 mile radius, i think cruel thoughts to those who invaded your home and your laptop. i mean like, really cruel.

and also to drivers who run over cyclists. watch the road bitches.

change?

new layouts?

omg. the colour schemes. is it worth it?

this layout. it’s full of people i enjoy in a place that i love taken by the O-ji sexless luvver. how could i dislike it. how couldn’t it be worth it?

well, after a solid two weeks of lending myself to others and filling my hours with much needed hang outs i hope to finally sit down tomorrow. and by sit down i mean, clean up my shit.

if not tomorrow, it’s this weekend. i don’t care who you are and how old you are turning. no more fuck’d up fests and feasts. the feasts. oh the feasts!

i’m so lucky that i’ve got my one true love. the farts. oh the farts. damn i’d drop L bombs on you all day long if i could. god knows i’m droppin F bombs on you in my sleep. the smelly kind. not the ones that end in UCK.

this weekend i want to dedicate to our beloved nest. it’s making me sick (sniffles?! chills?!). a cry for help. this nest needs attention. Gotta check out paints and put up shelves. fill boxes with stuff and get it the fuck out my door.

this morn on the way to work i passed a service truck of sorts that said in that typeface that’s like chinatown ching chong chowy type letters “HAVE A RICE DAY!”

no seriously. can i get a hug hug?