So, perusing my bill from Buster's this morning in the elevator I noticed something was stuck to it. Yeah, a fucking $45 parking ticket from the City of Vancouver. My $62 night was ratcheted up to... whatever $45 plus $62 is (can we get an accountant over here? is there an accountant in the house?).
In other news that matters, I am not working on Monday and am going for an hour long massage because I'm as tight as a drum (we're talking musculature here, people). And I was the second fastest girl of the full and half marathon clinics tonight. And then we all went for coffee and Michael left to go to London Drugs so I went home and was chatting with my mom on the phone and my buzzer went so I buzzed him up and we chatted on my balcony, watching the luminescent, full moon rise into the evening sky until 11pm. I so heart Michael. He has the day off tomorrow and says he might bike into Vancouver so we can go for coffee or lunch. Sigh. I heart him sooooooooooo much.
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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