There are no words to express how much I hate phones. I just spent an hour on the phone trying to retrieve information on my RRSP’s from my old job. Before that I spent 45 minutes in the bank trying to get information about my other RRSP’s. So really what I hate is tax time.
Since wednesday I have been jogging 2-3 miles a day. The reason: when the hell did my ass get so chunky? I have like a 30 year olds ass its unappealing. I mean wtf? I am 23 not 32. Why didnt you people tell me that sitting on my ass all day eating cheesies made my ass this wide. UnCool!
Today I had 2 calls about a job. One was from the superstore for a floral position, the other was from Select Roses. I would prefer to work at Select, simply because it isnt the stupid store. However they are all the way out in Fairview, and I wanted to live closer to the downtown. Anyways I interview for Select on Tuesday and will be getting another call from SS on monday regarding an interview time.
Also I will be viewing a few apartments on Monday. GO ME!
ps - kissed a girl on tuesday. girl tongues are softer than boy tongues. no wonder guys want kisses all the time.
It has happened. The “Havent had sex in forever” Yeast infection. I fucking hate yeast infections. I was online researching home remedies and one of them was “smear honey on the affected area”… Oh how many ways that DOESNT make sense. First and foremost, yeast infections thrive on sugar, honey = sugar. Second, honey is great for some remedies, but smearing it on stuff sounds uncomfortable and sketchy. Its like that creepy doctor from the movie “the hand that rocks the cradle” sketchy like that. Who would really want sticky goo in their crotch on top of have the worlds most uncomfortable infection. I kid you not. I have had a lot of infections and injuries. I would rather have a double ear infection, or I would rather cut my finger to the bone again. Atleast people can see that sort of thing. When you have a yeast infection it isnt like you can call in sick to work “Yeah hi, I have a yeast infection and it makes me want to throw up just to walk a strait line”…
who the hell made floral print couches a style?
Its rare that I am writing these days. Not for lack of want though. I just dont feel comfortable in my parents house. My father has a tendancy to walk into any room I am in and look over my shoulder. Not that there is anything I wouldnt want him reading, I just cant write when I feel pressured.
I am in the city today looking for apartments again, I saw one today that I love (!!!) it just needs a coat of paint and a good floor scrub. It has one large room, that is supposed to be a living room, but I think I may use it like a bachelor pad (bedroom living room). And another small room which is supposed to be the bedroom, but I may turn it into an office. I really hope I get this apartment, even though it does need the once over. Did I mention it is in a house, and I would have access to the back yard. It would be so sweet. I am dropping the application off tomorrow after I visit my grandmother. If I get the apartment I will be able to visit her more often (I will only be 5 blocks away) which will be super nice.
*sigh* I cant wait to get out of my parents house.
image: detail of installation by Bronwyn Lace