fifth business

So I am walking home today. And I am at an intersection, and there is a large van-taxi waiting at the same intersection we both have a red light. But traffic is light so he keeps edging forward trying to see around a bus that is stopped so he can go. I dont care. He isnt bothering me. OUT OF NOWHERE a whackjob comes along and screams at the top of her lungs “Cant you see there’s a pedestrian right here!!! Stop Edging Forward!!!”… Im all like “Wtf are you talking about me” in my head of course. So the taxi gets a break in traffic and as well all know right turns on red, unless specified. He totally had the right of way, and she jumps in front of the car screaming something about pedestrian right of way (pedestrians still had a red light) and she kept repeating “nudge nudge nudge” each time her jiggly belly… jiggling. So I said “It isnt our green yet, he should go if he can” she reels around at me, stares me down and says “I know it isnt our green” And still stands in his way*. Our green light arrives and he just about drives over her, I hadnt moved because I could see he was going to do that, hell if I were a driver I would have gone right over and squished the crazy fatso. As we were walking across the intersection I accidentally mumbled “Whaaaaackjaaaawwwb”… and then got really pale and quiet because I realized although she’s crazy she’s probably not deaf. Turns out she’s also deaf. I would have drug her out of the traffic myself but she has a good 50lb on me, and although I want to lose weight i dont want it to be from bleeding out.

* side note: The bus that was picking up people when the taxi was trying to nudge out almost ran her over. I was hopeful but not starry eyed at this idea.

Ive been waking up grumpy since I got back. I think I adapted far too quickly to sleeping next to a (specific) body again. Ive nearly fallen out of my bed 5 times this week trying to find him in my sleep. I have the bruises on a thigh to prove it. How lame.

When i came home I felt as though I needed to pamper myself. So I dyed my hair. I look like when Willow went evil in the 6th season of Buffy. Maybe a little too dark for me. Oh well. But Im still not feeling better. I think some nail polish may do the trick. Im trying to decide if I should wait til next week to buy it though.

Ive also bought a new plant (whome with some help Ive named Gustav). He sits next to the tv stand. He needs a friend though. Once I re-arrange my bedroom I will be getting him a multi coloured friend (most likely named Amelio, I will have to find a plant named Amelio first, this may be hard). This is what Gustav looks like:

I ate way too much Agedashi Tofu last night (roughly 3 servings) with nothing else in my belly. I woke up at 2 am with really bad tummy aches. Being out of my mind anyways I rolled over looking for Greg and almost fell out of bed. It was charming and felt great to my belly. Note to self, eat rice with tofu.

When Zoe and I went out for sushi last week, we got Agedashi Tofu as a starter, and I was amazed shocked and delighted. Today being payday I bought all the ingrediants and made my own. I cut back on the sauce though because I dont like it swimming in juices.

Having returned home from a 10 day trip to NS… I’ve worked a total of 6 hours this week. If you can say searching for another job is working (and thankfully at my job it is). Everyone thought I was coming back next week on the 4th so they didnt prepare anything for me. Ok. I can live with this. I come home at lunch, I pretend to clean, I read a book on the porch. Sometimes I wish I were back in NS though.

I am a little irate that there is nothing to do at work. What the point in waking up at 6am if there is nothing for me to do anyways? I suppose I shouldnt complain I could work on my own projects. *sigh* I need content for my anti-Anorexia ‘campaign’. I really suck at writing content. Maybe I should take a night time marketing class.

I genuinely hate wearing glasses. I only wear them for watching tv, or walking about the city. I find it such a hassle to keep track of them. Losing them first thing in the morning while Im getting ready (and running late) is a very big problem for me, Queen of Disorganization here.

Although currently they have a face print on them that I am a little too nostalgic to clean off.

There is seldom anything more difficult than leaving someone you love.

As if leaving Halifax wasnt bad enough the everything leading up to the flight was wretched. In the car to the airport Q104 played nothing but love songs. It made me want to bounce my head of the dashboard. My flight was late by 1/2 hour and my phone had died so I couldnt tell Miles to wait for me at my place. Shortly after take off I saw a beautiful sunset, reminiscent of Dali, but it still couldnt make me smile. Just as food was being served we went through a cloud patch with active lightening. That was just great, so was going thorugh the other 2 cloudy patches with active lightening before landing on wet slick runway.

When I finally arrived home a) my buzzer no longer works and b) Miles wasnt in my apt (he also left my power bar on and attached to my laptop rar). Props to Miles though because he did wait a long while for me.

I may be happy to be home, but a home isnt home without the people you love.