Throwing Caution To The Wind

I'm leaving for vacation this Saturday (yay!), and I've decided that whereas last year my vaca was almost void of technology, this year will be a flourishing creative exercise. A flourishing creative exercise requiring the use of much technology. But hey - I'm going to be on the road probably 10 hours a day for a week, so I think I deserve some laptop time when we crash at cheap motels.

That said, we all know my track record with, shall we say, misplacing valuables and not-so-valuables (mostly valuables). And I'm going to be lugging my LIFE with me to California. My most treasured material possessions. My consumerist joie-de-vivre. Yes, in my carry on you will find: my macbook, my SLR cam, my little cam and my ipod. And my passport and wallet. Note to self: protect these items at all times.

Aaaaaand I'm going to bed. Stay tuned for EXPLOSIVE VIDEO UPDATES next week. And that's a promise.

In All Cheerfulness, Good Riddance

WINTER IS OVER!
Thank you Jebus.

After the gym, I walked down Church with music in my ears, and couldn't help but smile when I saw all the crowded patios. 16 degrees and smog-free - what's not to love?

Please, Shoot Me

Why can't my guilty pleasures be at least a little bit more respectable than the Pussycat Dolls? And why can't I be watching something at least a little more educational than a Pussycat Dolls cover by the contestants of the GIRLICIOUS show? For the fifth time in a row? DON'T JUDGE ME!!!

Please help me.

Wherein I Resort To Violence (Sort Of)

It's not like I was in the worst mood that day, but I was no chipper chicken. Hannah suggested I take a stroll to clear my head, meet her at work, and then we'd walk home together. It was a no-brainer for me, especially since she always knows how to brighten my funks, so I locked up the apartment and headed towards Queen.

At Bay and Grosvener, it started to pour. Since it was the weather pattern of the day so far, I knew it would clear up soon enough. I sat under a bus shelter and finished my bottle of water.

I got restless after ten minutes and decided it would be best to head back home - even if it stopped raining, chances were that I would get caught in another downpour before I met Hannah. No sooner had I exited the bus shelter than a cranky old crazy man came barreling straight towards me - I had to bail to the side just to avoid slamming into his chest. As he passed, he mumbled, "f*ck you, f*ckin' bitch." I turned sharply on my heel to give him my worst death stare ... and then I threw my empty bottle at him.

It didn't hit him - he was far too gone for that - but I desperately wished it had. Maybe sometimes we all need a little altercation in our lives?

W & K: Work Conversations, Volume 33

Wendy: Around The Way Girl says:
make sure you don't smell like a wharf on the plane
Katie says:
I will definitely shower. Make sure your FACE doesn't smell like a barge tomorrow at work.

The Laziest Move Ever

So I had to call the eye doctor today. My contacts are all wonky and I don't like it one bit.

Now you see, my office phone is just over an arm's length away; let's call it an arm PLUS a hand's distance from my seating position (my desk is over a full wingspan long). To reach my office phone is not normally a problem for me, but it requires a reach and a lean. With my left side, no less!

As I was saying, I had to call my eye doctor. My cell phone is right beside my keyboard... I used that instead. Is there a point to this story? Hells no. I just needed to let you know the extent of my laziness (at times). ADMIT IT ... we all do these things sometimes.