just suck it

thank god that shit is over. my grandpa died on x-mas day, which is also the anniversary of my grandmother's death. fun times.

fuck you, you fucking fuck

i am so sick to death of giving a shit about the wrong things.


so here's a picture of my tits.

i smell like a candy cane

i just had an amazing bath. i got really nice and stoned, put on some neko case, and had a luxurious soak in bubbly water that was almost too hot to handle. fuck yeah. and then i rubbed peppermint foot lotion all over my body. i'm all crazy feeling now. it's great.

i babysat my niece and nephew this past weekend. it was kind of fun, until my nephew busted out some hardcore shit on his rollerblades, then it got transcendent. we were in the basement and he was tooling around in his rollerblades, shooting pucks and practicing his hockey moves. we were listening to music on the computer, just run of the mill stuff my brother and his wife collected. then madonna's "hung up" came on, and ben threw down his hockey stick and pushed the goal nets out of the way. he grabbed a baton and improvised a fucking killer rollerblade dancing, baton twirling extravaganza. he's only 6, so he has this great unselfconsciousness when he really gets into things. kristen and i danced around and jumped on the couch. it was awesome. unfortunately, kristen got sick and i spent all night helping her puke and watching late night tv. she was a trooper though, especially through saturday night live, which was so unfunny, we watched a rerun of in living color.

just as boring as you

i'm sick again. that's what i get for healthy living. and i get to spend the weekend with my family. boy oh boy, things are looking up. i hope my niece and nephew "behave" for me when i babysit them tomorrow night. my already tenuous patience for children will be compromised by a sinus cold. i'm going to bake a shitload of cookies with my mom tomorrow, and hopefully she "behaves" too.

i keep getting these phone calls, like at least 2 or 3 times a day from a long distance number that is totally unfamiliar to me. they never leave a message, and i'm dying to know who it is, but i refuse to answer any numbers i don't recognize. it's almost pathological, and i guess i could very easily clear up the mystery by just answering the phone. it's probably a telemarketer. maybe i can look up the number online. hmmm.

yeah. i really can't much more boring than this, so i'll just cut it short for today.

high times

i'm managing to avoid the insanity of x-mas so far. i'm not buying anybody anything, everybody is getting cookies that i'm going to bake with my mom next weekend. i do like the x-mas light displays, though. i find them comforting and pretty. i wish people did that kind of thing all year round. my friend heather is coming for a visit from toronto and i plan to spend a lot of time with her partying our faces off. i know we can find some trouble to get into. last year i spent x-mas eve in a hotel room with my boyfriend doing coke and watching porn. it sounds totally trashy and possibly sad depending on who you are, but i like a bit of trash and it was totally hot. this year i will likely spend x-mas eve with my family. not as much fun for sure, but we all have to make sacrifices sometimes. maybe i'll take some drugs anyway. no one has to know, and it's fun to be secretly high.

shut up, hole

my dad and i took my mom shopping for clothes today. my mom is both hilarious and infuriating. she has cancer, and during the course of her treatment complications arose which affected her mind. her memory and perception of reality have been, shall we say, compromised. anyway, she is easily tired and frightened, especially when there are lots of people around. we were trying to get her to try on some clothes and she started getting really bitchy, saying things like, "well, you don't have to kiss her ass. she's a shopgirl and she's supposed to kiss your ass." it's embarassing and hysterically funny. the best was when she called my cousin a "pricky weasel." my dad bought me toilet paper and dental floss as a thank you. bonus. i made sure to get extra soft royale tp, not that scratchy, one-ply welfare butt torture that looks like a good deal, but makes you cry yourself to sleep. or something.

so, the transition to regina has hit a low. i'm a bit depressed now that the novelty of being here has worn off. feeling at bit stuck and scared of various things that haven't bothered me for awhile. but, i think i'm on the way to getting it under control for the most part. i just got back from the gym, and i'm actually going out to socialize with people tonight. yay for me.

here come the pizza

you know what i like to think? whenever i see an rbc financial commercial on tv, you know, the ones that are "narrated" by donald sutherland, i think about this one time, at the beginning of my employment at the cibc call centre when i got a call from donald sutherland. his name, his voice, totally unmistakable. the call did not go well. nothing horrible or anything. in fact i can't really remember any details, except that mr. sutherland seemed very confused and kind of weirded out. this was probably because i was new, and truthfully, not very suited for that type of work. anyway, i like to think that because of that experience, donald sutherland stopped banking with cibc and moved over to rbc, for whom he now also does voice-over endorsements. who knows.

jesus gives me chocolate

i nearly had a nervous breakdown last night (again.) yesterday was the first day of my cleanse, which basically means i'm only eating a limited selection of fruits, vegetables, protein and whole grains. no dairy, no salt, no sugar, no bread or pasta. ummmm, so basically i can't eat anything that i normally do. and holy fuck, after 5 pm, i basically started chain smoking and calling various people to complain about the astounding discomfort i was experiencing. i had to restrain myself from eating a package of cough drops left over from when i was sick. i was shaking. i was not able to concentrate on anything other than how goddamn hungry i felt, and how robin's donuts is just a few easy steps away from my front door. and then i remembered the chocolates in my freezer.

well, fuck. from 7pm until 10pm, all i thought about was how shitty i would feel if i ate them, how weak and pathetic i would feel if i couldn't eat sugar or fat for one measly day. it was serious internal conflict, serious jonesing. at 10:01pm i ate every single chocolate left in the box, and then i passed out.

on the upside, i had very pleasant dreams about being at parties with lots of cute, scruffy boys who all wanted to talk to me. i woke up without the waves of self loathing i had expected. i continued my cleansing regimen and joined the gym at the ywca and had an all round productive day. but now night has fallen once again, and i am fucking dying of sugar, fat, starch, etc. cravings. i am hungry. 10 glasses of water a day do not help fill you up, no matter what they say. god. and being a habitual pot smoker does not help.

technically, i'm not supposed to be smoking anything during this cleanse, but for christsake, i need something to keep me from licking jam residue from the inside of the fridge. or killing someone. so, i think tonight i'm going to smoke a bowl and try and deal with it until i can't, then i'm going to take a few sleeping pills (don't worry, they're "natural source") and sleep the pain away.

he was cooler then

i was attacked by art the other night. i was in some sort of weird feverish sickly half sleep and a large piece of art that my friend shaeya made detached from the wall above my bed and tried to smother me. i jumped up, seriously alarmed and confused by the sudden papery darkness and noise, and i must have knocked another canvas off the wall, because a large portrait painted by jason was hurting me in some vague way. i managed to defend myself with some indiscriminate flailing. is art trying to tell me something? like, stop being apathetic or you're going to get killed by art? or maybe art hates me because i'm beautiful. it could go either way, i guess.

as for my sickness, it's hanging on like a coked out tranny at an afterhours party. i guess it doesn't help that i insist on smoking cigarettes and pot for "medicinal purposes." well, i'm turning a new leaf on monday. i'm going to go on a cleanse and hopefully get rid of excess toxins and bowel sediment. should be a good time. i'm also going to suck it up and join a gym (again.) i figure it's time to spend my non-hard earned money on "good" things and not "bad" things like chips and ice cream. we'll see how that goes.
by the way, does anyone know where i can get a decent job that pays a lot of money and allows me to utilize my creative talents in a non-stressful environment? yeah, i didn't think so.

maybe it's time for a shower. my mouth hurts from sea salt and vinegar chips and it's not even noon. food addiction is a bitter mistress. maybe art was trying to warn me to change my ways before it's too late. but the thing is, i'm one of those people who likes to think it's never too late, so i just keep on keeping on, you know? it's a vicious, entertaining cycle. i spend a lot of time trying to break it, with varying results. also highly entertaining. ho hum. maybe something spectacular will happen today. it makes me feel better that "spectaculariness" is just as possible as boredom.

the sickness

i got back from whitehorse yesterday. there's a blizzard happening right now in regina that everyone seems to be freaking out about, but after -40 c (without windchill) i feel pretty indifferent to the weather here.

whitehorse is for: drinking, sex, parties, coke and porn.

regina is for: smoking pot, sitting in front of the computer, staying away from people

environment really does make a difference.

i've got some great pictures from my trip, but i'm too sick to care about posting them right now. but i have to say that it probably was kind of weird to go back after less than 2 months, but it was interesting to compare my lifestyle between regina and whitehorse. will discuss later. i must get trashed on "hot toddies" and nyquil now.