Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Quoting Uncle Gary Got denied the house I was vying for... goddamnit. But, truthfully, as disappointed as I am, I'm a bit relieved too. A grand is a bit steep at this point when I'm juggling debt to my dad for the new car, trying to pay D's mom back a bit of quid I owe her, and at the same time not sure whether or not I'll need to step up to the plate for the house mortgage as well. Probably best to keep it a little lower... so went and checked out a 2 bed apartment in Rossland today... a bit dodgy, but ultimately, probably not a bad gig until something a bit more my level comes up. $650/month for a 2 bedroom slum... I think that a couple cans of paint would transform the place to liveable though... even with the pink carpet and hot-pink countertop. What a crazy, fucked up ride this is. "Fuckin' eh," as my Uncle Gary would say. Meanwhile, I received a fully random email from the far side of the planet this evening - one of D's old flatmates... another set of blog readers! Who the hell knew?! I'm absolutely bowled over that there's anyone out there reading this fodder... nevermind people who aren't even obliged out of a duty to longstanding friendship... Just goes to show that no matter how chaotic and dull my life may appear, it still holds entertainment value for others. Which brings to mind another quote from my wise & wonderful Uncle Gary..., "This is of questionable worth... but if you like it, that holds value for me." I'm starting to wonder whether there is any clout to this whole "end of the world in 2012" thing... I don't follow the news or pay much mind to world events - would present a serious impediment to my ostrich approach to life - but it seems to me that there have been an inordinately high proportion of natural disasters taking place in the past few months. This latest earthquake/Tsunami that hit Japan has me scratching my head wondering, "how many is that now this year?" and saddened by yet another rising death toll. Floods. Fires. Quakes. Tsunamis. Collapsed mines. Jayzus... it just keeps on coming & coming & coming & coming... Suddenly, squatting in my friend's "man shed" doesn't seem so desperate or significant. Although (I'm ok to admit here in the safety of cyberspace), I don't think I'm doing as well as I appear or like to pretend. I'm actually fairly stressed these days - feel an anxiety creeping over me that I'd really like to shake off, bathe and be done with. Hoping that taking a flat in a dodgy apartment building will help to alleviate some of that. Now that I've written that down, though... it sounds a bit mental & contradictory, doesn't it? Still so fecking tired. What is up? I thought for sure that Linus was going to prove to be the golden ticket to my paradise of dream-free sleep... but the last couple nights have been absolute torture. Mind you, I was wakened at about 4AM night before last to the terrifying sound of a snowplow dragging its blade over heavily-sanded pavement... very well could have been lying ON the road and it wouldn't have been any louder... And then last night, the rain pounding so heavily against the garage door that I literally started to worry that the man shed may flood... So that kept me up for a bit. I think maybe it's due to my non-compliance in religiously downing my brain pills. I tend to forget about them until all of a sudden I realize..., "Wait a second...! there's a reason I'm screaming at the top of my lungs in my head at this 90 year old woman who line-jumped infront of me at the grocery store... I haven't had a brain pill this week." And then I down one, think to myself, "I must remember to start taking these things more consistently...", followed immediately by a sparkly shirt or something else slightly distracting that causes my mind to dart in a totally unrelated direction and forget about my vow to maintain mental sanity at all costs. Soooo tired... but am trying to push myself that little bit further to absolute, sheer exhaustion so that when I lie my head on the pillow there is no pulling me from my comatose state for a minimum of 8 hours (god willing)... Had quite the treat at work yesterday... the Student Union had asked me to act as a judge for the "Idol" competition that went down. I was extremely nervous for the duration of the entire event, not quite knowing how to handle the inevitable situation of a really shocking performance... (... whoops... there went the snowplow again...) ...but it did happen, and somehow I survived it. Weaseled my way through. Bloody hysterical, though... I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard. "Thankfully" one of my direct reports was there with her camera to capture "the many faces of Eve" (as she puts it) to share with the whole of the organization in next week's newsletter. For joy. WTF was she taking pics of me, anyway? At any rate, I had a riot, and am very much looking forward to next Thursday's showdown competition for the prize... god only knows what these kids will bring to the table... Still, even at their worst not one of them performed a massacre comprable to my Karaokesque episode onstage in LA... oi. Another unfortunate occurance where someone had the foresight to bring digital recording devices... Who the fuck cares??? Life is too fleeting and fabulous not to throw a few curve balls, shake it up and embarass the shit out of yourself from time to time... So, to quote Uncle Gary (...or was it 'The Dude'?)one last time..., "Fuck it, let's go bowling..." |