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sometimes all it takes is a youtube video
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to make you remember that you're probably not as smrt as you think you are.
I can't write poetry
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if I could though I'd write one about Ford
cause as I slept on the couch today
sick, stuffed-up and generally feeling awful
little guy came and cuddled with me
all day
and didn't even get mad
when I coughed in his face by accident.
what a guy.
Hip Hop Sunday #62 Gang Starr - Moment of Truth
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probably one of my all-time favourite hip hop songs.
top-notch lyrics
& message
perfect for a cloudy, laid-back
hip hop sunday
enjoy it
xox.
just made a scene at work
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kinda.
one of the good things about my work is that I get to do a lot of cool stuff like go on lunch excursions and help throw massive 500-person events and bring in entertainers and stuff.
today we brought in a group of improv performers who would 'act out' a story that an audience member told. it's pretty cool, actually.
except when it's my turn.
most people I know wouldn't believe me but public speaking freaks me out.
especially when I'm unprepared.
(mostly when I'm unprepared)
like when I'm sitting in a room with twenty people and they're all urging me to tell a "funny story" and I'm trying to politely decline and they're all going
alyson yr so funny. tell us a funny story alyson.
fuck.
so on the spot I ramble some lame and completely unfunny story because who can come up with a funny story on the spot?
not me I tell you.
and halfway through I realize 'shit this isn't funny. this isn't even a good story'
and I feel the shakes and redness and wobbly voice kick in
and of course the woman running the improv group is doting on me because she can tell that I'm getting anxious and telling me what a good job I'm doing and
she keeps focusing on me and putting her hand on my shoulder which is making it worse because her weird clammy hand is on my skin and
they're going through the motions improv-ing this horrible story which is just making it worse because it's not funny and I can feel myself getting redder and redder and I'm playing with my rings and my fingernails and anything I can pick at or twist
and of course I can't just leave. getting up and walking out would just make it worse so I tell myself
just sit through it. it'll be over soon.
and then omg the woman is kneeling in front of me telling me how it's okay and how I'm 'such a sport' for sharing and just
no. fuck off. you're making it worse. go dote on someone else
I want to yell. but I don't because it's work and it's not polite to yell at the improv lady so I don't
I sit there twisting my ring and my hair and feeling my face flush bright red
waiting for this horrible experience to end.
now I remember why I hate improv.
life's all
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"I'm gonna stress you out today for no good reason!"
and I'm like
I found this awesome gif while trolling on the Internet
drinking coffee
listening to Chromatics
warm as fck
while it's -40 outside
so you can suck it
bitch.
you know I never liked modest mouse
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dude I dated a few years ago was super into them.
he used to play their cds in his car all the time.
it sucked because and he would always do super-sweet things like wake up early to pick me up and take me to work even when it was his day off.
but on the mornings he'd play modest mouse it was just ruined.
I know, I know. I should be thankful that he even went out of his way in the first place. and I was.
don't get me wrong.
but their music is so intrusive and annoying and it was really hard to have a conversation
with modest mouse blasting over everything I said
especially first thing in the morning.
it's important to pick the right music to listen to when you start yr day
I'd tell him
which is why I always pick something super upbeat.
a nice 90's playlist or cbc radio 3. y'know.
but this guy
his alarm in the mornings was the intro to chop suey by system of a down
which was probably the worst thing to wake up to ever
then he'd rush out the door and listen to modest mouse in the mornings in his car
and then be mad all day.
I don't get people.
almost nap time
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which will be my third one today because I'm sick. still. I'm kind of cranky mostly because I can never get sick like a regular person and be like "omg I'm bedridden for two days" sick or even get the flu properly. I just get sinus headaches and migraines which means I'm lying on the couch waiting to get better while my mind jumps to a million different places. like today.
to make matters worse when I woke up this morning I realized that there was nothing to eat in the apartment because it had been to cold to go grocery shopping on the weekend. which meant that I had to bundle up and pop a bunch of tylenol and go to the corner store. which isn't really as bad as it sounds but when yr sick everything is a million times worse.
for instance right now I'm drinking green tea and watching SOTC under a blanket but all I can think of is
fuck I wish I wasn't feeling like ass right now
instead of
wow I'm kinda lucky I'm sick because I don't have to go out in -40 weather while everyone else does
because I'm an idiot. a sick, stuffy idiot who is going to go back to sleep.
