today I was g-chatting with hed and she thought I was quoting MLIA. I was not.
rough morning at work. Was going to spend my lunch hour looking for books on becoming successfully self-employed/running my own empire. Instead I paid my credit card bill and bought myself a frappuccino.
One time my dad sent me a ‘Happy Bar Mitzvah’ card with 5 dollars inside. He told me to use it to start my own business or for a frap. Looks like I keep choosing fraps.
I forgot then re-remembered about this site:
my life is average
Besides allowing me to relish in the absurdity of life (one of my favorite pass times after feeding pistachios to children who may or may not have nut allergies).
a couple i like:
Today, as I was logging into my email account, I was to lazy to move the mouse and click the "login" box. I just hit "tab" until I got there. MLIA
Today, I stopped at a stoplight, I looked over at the guy next to me. He was staring back. We both looked away quickly so it didn't seem awkward. It still was. MLIA
The stuff of life.
I'm no outlier, but it reminds me of one of the women in my office. she is unapoligetically average. at first I hated her for it, now I sort of love it. She brings in cakes and bars (and rice chips from costco for the chicks on a cleanse), she is more than happy to help me fill in forms and I bet she is really nice to her dog Dale Earnhardt (seriously).
too many parentheses (I apologize, but do not repent)
Parking garages have got to be one of the top ten places to rip a loud and proud fart
but that doesn't make it any easierso long, overseer of spadina- from your sturdy vinyl chair on the other side of your glass paned door. Who'll replace you? Jacob's bikes/other stolen goods? hardly
it was all awesome
went to a wedding in van with E. she sums it up:
I thought it was funny when the buttoned up dr.’s wife said, “close the curtain. if I see the sun come up, I’m going to want to stop drinking…”
monday evening I was walking along just being cool, when I came across this supremely drunk dude—classic wino type—holding a way expensive camera, trying to take pictures of this youngish guy (who seemed about equally as clueless as me). drunk dude told me to stop and stand 1 metre behind the young guy. He had no idea how to use the camera but he kept saying how fucking amazing the pictures were, and something about how this is fucking life. Then he’d miss the ‘take picture’ button and say he wasn’t that drunk. Then he directed us to get on our knees and we obliged– at that point I started point I started asking if we were in a modern day version of The Magic Christian – except instead of money, the fame is the golden egg.- have a camera? Take my picture! or maybe it was about being passive- how much can we get a stranger to do if we just tell them to do it.
It was a strange thing.
Went tubing down the river yesterday. God I love the summer
oh, in the coffee shop on the way to the river there was a sign in the womens washroom:
Tarot Card Reader on premises tuesday-friday.
The font was one of those faux eastern types from MSWord98
another one for the 'only in bc' files