It's June... something. June 9th. I had to pull out my fall jacket because it's so goddamn cold and blustery today. My cool plants are being battered by the wind. It is nasty. I want to stay in bed all day tomorrow and look at the window and burrow under the covers. It's June 9th. If the weather is like this when I have my week off I'm not going to Lasqueti: I will go to work and book some time off when it's in the high twenties like it's supposed to be.
Got stood up by a hairdresser. Went to another one. Not sure if I like it the haircut so much, was starting to look a little edgy with my long, flowing tresses. Am totally unmotivated at work. Feel tubby. Pulled the last, lingering, dead toenail off (all marathon related injuries are behind me now). Bit my nails down to the quick because I'm feeling particularly anxious and nervous. Pegged a Moorcheeba song (that I hadn't heard before) right off the bat on SomaFM. Someone just blew an airhorn for some reason.
What a crap day. I'm going to bed shortly.
About Me
- Duder
- An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.
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Dating fucking sucks.9 years ago
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Poems written on the water13 years ago
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1 comment:
C'mon! An overview of your city and the sounds of traffic and wind without a live video capture of you or Michael? I feel cheated. Jump in there and sing a song or a soliloquy. Balcony sans Duder?
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