Remembrt those days when I typed messages I mean entries while drunk!? I miss those days. So for your reading pleasaure. an un-corrected entry.

It's been a rough sweek for wme . I don't know why, but work was brutal (no, I know why it was brutal, and it totally fell on the fact theat someone stole stuff from my store while I caught them but turned my back on them and I feel AWFUL about the whole things)

So instade of getting cuddles from *TM* I ended up going home upset and rwent for a run after downloading 'Yea' - wait, Yeasayer's ""'ASmbling Alp:". to my running playlist. This helped me to run my 6K in under 37 minutes - which was my goal, after all of these weeks of sitting on my ass and feeling fat.

Last week, I leanred that some men are always hitting on woemen unless they are (ha ha hah ah I can think of a lot of people who would like tochang ethe smpelling of women to what I just typed) alays mentioning their boyfriends. I made the mitakes of doing just that at a party that I was at recently. So sorry, guy, who I was talking to, that I didn't mention my boyfriend constantly in order not to lead you on. I thought that the fact that he sta was standing next to me and we were higging and kissin g a lot would have filled you in there.

Hmmm. Maybe this doen's t prove that I am drunk at all, but a shitty typist. Tha would also be pretty correct.

Have been worried about my moond wswings lately. Sometimes, I get very down but usually, it's only because I have a sushi or alcohol deficiency. Neverytheless, it worried me ecause it affects my relationship, orf course. I mean, normal people don't need to be full of sushi or calcohol regularly, right? Still,whatever problems we're experiencing, I solved my major one by buying a wine rack today and then one pbottle to put in it. Sadly, I drank about 3/4 thes of it by now. So no bottle for the win rack now. ==( That was a weird smiley face.

Must thank Gillicious for the eYeasawyer recommendation - I did already on her blog, but I really love this song... problably because I feel like I have plenty of wounds to wear with pricde. Ha.

I'd really like to end this with somethin great, so here it is.

Don't fuck mwith me. Ha. Ha ha ha.

Dann, I don't think I can link to Gillicious' post wirhgt now. I hope my baristas don't find this, now that I've added them on Facebook.....

(Famouse last words...)

You know, I touhg te that the 'dont fuck with me' thing was really whfunny when I typed it, but now I feel terrible about it.

What I mean to say is that I hope you are all well and I am sorry that I haven't posted much. Next time, I will write about my awesuome pottery claases that *TM* got me fro Christmas and how I'm excited about making cookl mugs and bowls and things.

This July will mark my 10 year anniversary on LJ.

I feel obligated to write more. I kind of want to share my experiences from the last few months because they have been both challenging and wonderful, but *TM* does not really live in the linkable, constantly-updating world of blogging, and writing about things that happen to me at my new store while I am the Assistant Store Manager seems dangerous. Besides, my new customers are mostly students and lovely people who work at an upscale retail outlet or office people. There is a distinct shortage of amusing crackheads pouring honey on their heads at this location.

The only notable incident I can write about was one woman who spent 15 minutes yelling at me because she had just purchased a new laptop and no one had told her that connecting to the Wi-Fi at a cafe would be such a tedious ordeal. As I explained the steps, she repeatedly cut me off to complain that this had not been covered in the manual. Mostly, she seemed to be angry that I wasn't telling her what she wanted to hear, which was "Open your brand new laptop and you will instantly be connected! Also, your browser window will automatically open and go to the websites you want through the power of your mind".

Anyway, I'm off to work. *hugs LJ* It was good to talk to you again.

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Dentist: "Okay, it's going to feel like I'm using a lot of force here..."

*Rrrrrrrrrriiiiiiip*

Assistant: "That's it?!" (Laughs)

Dentist: "You're free to go."

Total time in chair: MAYBE 10 minutes. And about a minute of that was just chit chat with the assistant.

Yay for (what I hope to be) the last afternoon spent with a mouth full of blood!

I particularly enjoyed the part where I was lying in bed with a teabag half sticking out of my mouth.

Hallo again.

I recently thought about how unfair it was to anyone who reads this to only have to read about times when I was feeling depressed or unhappy.

Things have been great lately. I've been busy with the new store, working with some fantastic new baristas, learning a LOT about interpersonal relationships, and generally turning into the 'lifer' that people always thought that I would become. My job has its moments. I get frustrated, but only with my own deficiencies.

*TM* and I went to Les Miserables today. It was his birthday present, and we went after a delicious breakfast at Locus with the breakfast club. I haven't seen this show in more than 10 years and it was interesting to see the musical after so many years of change and living. Mostly, I was hoping that *TM* would enjoy it, being a new experience for him, but I also found myself enjoying the thankless roles a lot more. Surprisingly, my favourite singers were Enjolras and Javert, characters that I never even thought about when I saw this musical for the first time ten years ago.

Will probably update again sooner. Am not less happy. Am feeling like maybe I haven't been sharing the right things these past few years.

... but I once told someone that when I'm happy, I don't write as much.

And man, THAT was a birthday weekend I'll not be forgetting any time soon.



Thanks, everyone!

Photo by: the talented Christopher Evans! Thanks, Chris!

Am updating with a wad of toilet paper stuffed into my nose. My allergies are out of control thanks to the arrival of Spring, and my head has been leaking continuously for two days.

Hmm. Here's what happened in two and a half weeks:

- Reconnected with *TM* and ended up spending an entire day walking around in the sunshine with him. It was kind of a relief to see him again after all this time.

- Found out what store I'm being transferred to as an ASM, as well as what my raise is going to be.

- Played two days' worth of Magic. On separate weeks, of course. Though I haven't had time to go through and mess with my decks, I seem to be getting more into the game, as evidenced by my frustration and occasional anger when losing.

- Thought about joining an Ultimate team, especially after *CSel* insisted that much of the game is just running anyway.

- Calibrated my Nike+ and ran my first 10K. I came in at one hour and one second. =P

- Summoned up some courage and got my OWN free beer from the Wolf and Hound on its 2nd birthday. This, I think, is probably the accomplishment that I'm most proud of, because it required me to get over some of the insecurities that I've developed over time.

- Went for breakfast with friends at Bert's on Main and the Three Lions Cafe.

- Slept a LOT.

- Tried to put in a deposit for the Pole Dance Studio but didn't manage to cash the cheque that I needed, then was a little irritated to find that the Studio was now requesting $60 more than they had originally quoted. All in all, I think that my life would have been perfectly fine if I'd never had to deal with these shiny, plastic-y people. I definitely could have done without being flashed by the instructor in tattered, stretched hot pants running up the stairs. To be quite honest, I'm pretty disgusted with the whole thing and would like nothing better than to spend the $30 or whatever it's going to cost per person on something tasty from Bin 942 or Two Chefs and a Table. *sigh*

Last night, my Nikon FM lens was smashed beyond repair. I'd left my bag on the back of a couch and it got knocked off, resulting in the lens cap being driven so far into the lens that I couldn't even pry it off to see the shattered glass, which I could both hear and see.

Shocked, I tried desperately to pull everything apart, even though common sense told me that it would probably result in something pretty terrible, especially as the lens cap was the only thing protecting my bare hands from a shower of broken glass. *nep* stood by, ready with a garbage bag, but in the end, he suggested that maybe it would be best if I didn't get the cap off.

I relented, and shrugged it off. "It's just a thing." I sighed.

Then, even though it was around 11:30PM, I walked from *shanebee*'s house at around 1st and Main to Broadway and Oak, which gave me time to think about whether I really believed what I'd said.

As I walked, I thought about the things that I'd done that day.

( In which I lead a charmed life )

...but polls are part of the package deal that LJ provides its paying customers. You know, like Voice Posting (ha ha ha ha ha). Anyway, I like polls, and I'm curious.

Poll #1369187 The Laundering Dirty Laundry Poll
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 10

Have you ever purchased new undies to avoid having to do laundry?

I just ran 8K. Like THAT explains anything.