Notes from a Tuesday

• Men are really bad at attempting to covertly check women out. Or maybe they just don't care if they get caught.
• Traffic stops immediately at crosswalks when I deign to cross them wearing a quasi-short skirt.
• This work issue has me experiencing a weird combination of apathy and total disbelief.
• I fucking hate Robson Street.
• There should be a "slow lane" for tourists so they can get out of my goddamn way because I have places to be.
• Never tell a friend you'd like to see them since you've "got some time to kill". Instead say: "I haven't seen you in a while and I really miss spending time with you and I would love nothing more to simply be in your beautific presence because you're a valued friend and I treasure you immensely".
• I strongly dislike it when people tell you this great theory that they heard from someone they revere (and now subscribe to it), even though you've expounded this particular theory a few times before.
• I'm being told to smell the roses again.
• I actually saw someone literally stop and smell some roses on Lonsdale tonight.
• I smelled some sweet peas.
• My nickname is Sweet pea.
• I ate two ice cream bars.

Yeah. That's pretty much it. Hopefully notes from a Wednesday will be more exciting. Though it won't include two ice cream bars. I only have one left.