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breath smells like garlic
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and feta and chickpeas and onion and other good stuff. healthy stuff. back on the 'eating well it's not the holidays any more' track stuff. not that I mind. over the holidays I put too many things in my tummy that usually I stay away from, greasy and boozy and (just once) stuff that comes from a place with a slogan that (I think) goes "I'm lovin' it"
no tony it wasn't a mcrib. sorry.
everyone's all 'omg don't you hate when yr gym gets all crowded after new years because everyone's trying to get fit for like three weeks?' and my response is, no you jerk fitness is for everyone and if some peeps can only handle being fit for a few weeks/months out of the year then that's cool with me.
though honestly I take a weird sort of satisfaction in seeing the same peeps every time I'm at the gym. the burly black dude and the super-build asian dude and that blonde white chick with her fake eyelashes that she lost on the floor one time last year.
though the best guy at my gym is this older guy who must be in his sixties at least who wears one of these one-piece
wrestling onesies every time he works out. he has a few colours, purple and highlighter green and lemon yellow and sky blue. he's amazing to watch because even though he's not patrick stewart built bro's in good shape and the self-confidence that it takes to rock one of those in a gym filled with mid-20s douchebags is staggering.I don't have those kinds of balls in a literal or figurative sense. I wear a nice tank top and some capris and cute socks for nobody else to see but me.
but these peeps make me feel better about being at the gym on a routine basis. we don't smile or wave or even acknowledge each other at all but at least for me it's comforting to see some of the usual suspects killin it on the treadmill right along with me.
hopefully some of the new year's faces stick around this time.
cause honestly that spandex onesie is distracting, and not in a good way.
I don't believe in making NYE resolutions
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while a new year is as good a time as any to make changes picking NYE to make big decisions about changing yr life doesn't seem like a real milestone or reason to stfu and start making changes.
a few months ago I realized that I had issues with control and negativity. I'm a pessimist by nature and I get stressed out easily and tend to not make time to appreciate the people in my life and the good ish I've been lucky to receive.
I also don't like not being in control. I get really worried about things I can't change just because I can't change them. when people do things I don't like, or act in a way that I disagree with, I spend too much time worrying about it and sometimes make bad choices as a result of being anxious and upset.
I decided that I didn't want to be that way anymore.
so I downloaded some good audiobooks to listen to and started leaving reminders for myself to make sure I took a few seconds every day to appreciate what I've got, and I've tried to be more positive overall. changing how I think and act is hard, and sometimes I still slip up, but I'm working on it.
while we were out with friends on NYE there was a conversation going where people were rolling their eyes and commenting about some other people we know and kat turned around to me and said "I haven't heard you say anything negative about anyone in a long time"
which is a really big deal for me
so while the new year isn't some milestone year where everything changes, what a very dear friend said to me on NYE was an indication to me that 2013 is going to bring good things.
just gotta keep working at it.
Here's to 2012
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the year I started reading bukowski. the year I saw the mountains and then camped in 'em. the year I went to the festival du voyageur for the first time as an adult and learned that drinking makes standing outside in the winter a lot better. the year that I learned what kind of job I never, ever want to have. the year we saw father's day. the year I rode my bike for 20km erry day all summer. the year I got hit by a car while on my bike (eek). the year the lo pub died. the year where I watched the big lebowski for the first time. the year my friend made a music video which we were all in. the year of Cenquist Day.the year of secrethandshake's 2nd birthday. the year of the tupac hologram. the year I saw smoky tiger twice. the year I went to my first folk fest. the year I tried dim sum for the first time.
& lots more. but you knew that.
almost time for 2013 omg.
bring it on
Hip Hop Sunday #58 Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise
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three things you should know about this post
I chose this video after coming across this monstrosity and felt the only reasonable thing to do would be to post one of the quintessential hiphop tracks after abusing my ears like that
I was also tempted to post this
and the premise of dangerous minds sounds like the worst thing ever.
happy hiphop sunday.
no hot water dilemma
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keep running the water and hope it gets hot
turn off water & try again later
keeping fingers crossed
or
text caretaker about the problem
run the water like he'll tell me to
then
feel like an ass when the water finally gets hot
just like I did last time.
eff.
girl puking in the IKEA bathroom
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you were in front of me in a line ten people deep ahead of us and at least the same behind
I was on twitter and not paying attention to you until you broke from the line and pushed past the women ahead of us
saying "excuse me excuse me"
someone said "wtf"
and then you started throwing up in the garbage can
and lots of people got looks on their faces like
"wtf"
and a bunch of them left the bathroom line
without asking if you were okay
so I moved up six people, closer to where you were
throwing up
and I said "hey are you okay? do you need me to get someone"
you kept puking
people kept going into the bathroom stalls when it was their turn
ignoring you
I said
"seriously are you ok?"
you kept puking and coughing
I was second in line and goddamn it
you were going to get to use my stall if no one else would give you theirs
so I said "look do you want to take my stall? I'm one away"
and you nodded your head and I caught the eye of the chick in line in front of me
she said to you "hey take mine"
and you did
she went after you and I went after that
peeing and washing my hands and thinking
wtf is wrong with people these days.
was reading bukowski while getting my hair did
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and my stylist, mason from hunter and gun who is a genius with hair was all 'omg you're reading bukowski I love him" and I was all "I've never read any of his stuff before, ham on rye is my first go at his stuff" and all through my dye job and trim he was all
omg omg omg bukowski omg
he said bukowski is one of his favs and that when I'm finished reading Ham On Rye I'll feel shitty and awful and hate people, which is what a good book should do.
my mum asked for 50 shades of grey for christmas and I was embarrassed for her. she said that she asked for it because it's 'all people talk about' and I was all
mom just because people talk about it doesn't make it good
and she was all 'but I don't want to read a tough book I want to read a book where I can be brainless and shut off for a while'
and that made me feel sad because I don't think that's what books are for, or are should be
in one of my classes we read a book called amusing ourselves to death by neil postman and I highly recommend it
it talks about the impact of tv and how television is changing media and basically ruining literary societies
which I agree with
it was written in the 80's but is still totally applicable now, which is scary
reading it made me feel shitty and awful and hate people
which is why I'm stoked to keep reading this bukowski.
walked to the store in our pyjamas
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one of the perks of not living in the suburbs is that nobody gives an f if you walk to the corner store with yr hair tossed up into a scraggly bun with huge sunglasses on and pyjamas tucked into fake uggs (mom bought 'em for me). generally I try to shy away from slummin' it and not putting any effort into my appearance but it's the day after boxing day and I haven't even had my coffee yet so what can you really expect from me at this hour?
I'm only awake because the cat needed us to freshen up his food and while I was doing a good job of sleeping through his incessant BWEOWBWEOWBWEOWing Tyrone is a much gentler soul and got up to spoil the cat and in the process my dreams of boxing day shopping and busting some kid for breaking a statue in Desart and also some sort of pirate-related adventure (?) were interrupted by Tyrone cooing at the cat, who has been mad at us because christmastime is different than normal time and he doesn't like it.
my back is killing me from sitting on these terribly uncomfortable ottomans at my nan's on christmas which is how I know I'm getting old and all those times I scold myself pull your shoulders back! are actually having an impact because now I can't sit hunched over for hours on end.
it's not that I'm cranky, per se.
I just need coffee which hasn't brewed yet.
I should probably get on that.
mornings!
