oh say can you see my eyes / 'cause if you can then my hair's too short

oh gosh. i suck at this.

i can’t even figure out how to put a picture on here. jeez. well, i kind of figured it out but it rotated it and man. i am just not having any luck. oh well. what is new around here.

i am thinking that i am ready to cut all this goony long hair off. i think it may be at the point where it is just too long. i am probably more nervous about this than i am about having my wisdom teeth out. and i am pretty fucking nervous about that. i am pretty sure that if i had to make a list of my top five fears/dislikes, it would go as follows.

1. rats
2. the dentist (i am not phobized about it but it gives me the creeps, for sure)
3. airplanes (i play it cool but i am secretly ohshitting the whole time)
okay, well i can only think of those three right now, but there’s probably lots more. i am a pretty big wimp. yeah, so anyway. i have to get my wisdom teeth taken out on march 19 and i am only doing it because the dentist said i could be put under. if he wanted to do it while i was awake i would have walked right out of the office. it gives me the creeps just to think about it. that tugging pressure feeling and hearing the drills and the smell/taste of it. eww i am feeling very squeamish right now.
(edit: i am also very scared of things in the water and dark water.)

anyway, my point is that getting my haircut will cause me no physical pain or anything, but i am almost as scared to get it cut as i am to get my wisdom teeth out. that is a lot of fear! i mean, a trim is okay but i think i need to do something drastic. long enough so it can still go in a ponytail, short enough so that i don’t dread having showers because it means i’ll have to brush my hair afterwards. no joke, the length of my hair is the number one reason i don’t (like to) shower. plus it would mean that there wouldn’t be long hairs infesting every nook and cranny of everything i own. i have pulled my long hairs out of pete’s bumcrack!

okay. i’ll keep you updated on how it all goes down. i think it will probably be one of those walkdownthestreetandintothesalon kind of moments and if it comes together i’ll imagine it was meant to be and if it doesn’t come together i’ll be one of those old ladies with hair down to the ground who has to go on the maury show because i’ll be under such severe emotional stress at the thought of being separated from it. it will be a separate entity, like my baby or something.

oh. one more thing!



i won on my very first cup! a donut no less! if i were to make a top five list of things i love about being canadian, roll up the rim would be right up there. although, i think they need to come up with some alternate plan to promote the use of personal mugs. environmental sustainability, folks.

playin' it cool

what am i doing? man i suck at blogging.

lately i’ve just been doing this thing where i pretend that i actually am a domestic goddess instead of just a lazy sack of shit, which is actually the truth. so i’ve been cleaning and baking and cooking and taking photos and organizing papers and sweeping and all the other stuff that i actually hate. but here is the trick. i don’t hate it! i like it! i like when my kitchen is clean and there are cookies and maybe some flowers and a cat sitting on the window sill. that is a nice thing. and a pot of coffee, of course.

there is this 1-800 number that has been calling us a million times a day for the past million days. really, can it be important if it’s from a 1-800 number? i don’t believe so. plus i now have a battle with that 1-800 number and refuse to answer it. anyway, it’s pretty damn annoying. i always get excited for a real phone call from, i don’t know, a friend. and it’s always that stupid 1-800 guy. it’s definitely a scam because otherwise they could just leave a message. duh.



it’s beautiful here. p is gone for the weekend so i’ll be flying solo. this means that every night, without fail, i will have the apartment lit up like a christmas tree and i will turn each light off as i make my way towards my bed and finish the whole thing off with a grand leap into my bed. oh yes, this is after investigating all the closets and crannies where someone/thing could possibly be hiding. but i do this discreetly because i don’t want to let them know i am on to them. if i find someone/thing, i will casually just “go out” and then do whatever freaking out is necessary. but i’ll play it cool at first. you know me.

happy valentine's day!

what a better was to start off this new blog than by honoring the third best holiday of the year (second only to june 3rd and march 21st)? there is none, i tell ya. right now i am sitting in the dark smelling my cat’s gross wet food (his valentine’s day treat) and waiting for my prince charming. haha. just kidding. pete should be home soon though.



and i think he might be bringing flowers!