Huzzah!

If I had a camera right now I'd take a picture of my desk - looks like a recycling-bin-bomb hit, and for all I know there's something living underneath all this clutter! Besides, I think the avalanche of papers and sticky notes makes me look busier, and the more frantically overloaded with work you appear, the less that gets dumped on you. Ha. But don't think I don't work - I'm just selective about it. I'm bracing myself for the blast of work that is will come when we switch our membership/accounting/everything system. Maybe this one will actually work.

Yesterday morning the ritual director told me about taking his family to the gay pride parade and how much fun they had. He was all hushed and secretive about it, even though no one else was here yet, which leads me to believe that he thinks either a) i'm a lesbian b) i live downtown and therefore know about stuff that happens south of bloor or c) i'm way cooler than everyone else here. Hopefully it's c), cause it's so true it hurts! Ha! I'm really not sure where the whole gay thing sits with a conservative synagogue, but he did dress up in drag at Purim last year...twas a sight!

This is all like, blog catch-up I guess. On Friday I was going to blog about how disgusting our lower neighbours are (after picking up their stinking trash that was all over the driveway, mostly because another neighbour complained about it) but I try not to be one to complain too much ;)

Friday after work I was greeting by a grumpy Erik who when I asked what we were doing said 'we're going to Brampton and I I'm going to sleep.' I was like, what? And he was like, 'isn't it enough that I picked you up on time?' When we got to Brampt-hoe Nic WOKE UP, Erik got into bed and we spent an hour or two keeping him awake with conversation best left unrepeated. Nic did relay a funny? wrong? story about a friend of a friend who gave some guy a blow-job and woke up the next morning with a nasty red rash around her mouth. She went to the doctor and a few days later THE POLICE escorted her back to the doctor for her results; it was FORMALDEHYDE around her mouth! Turns out the guy she was with worked at a funeral home, and well, you can figure out the rest. Then Nic and I went girly shopping, sans Erik, because he fell asleep, although he did join us later for dinner at diner which was oh so much fun because I had a blinding headache.

I spent most of the weekend writing the beginnings of something that no you can't read because you lot, well some of you lot, already think I'm strange and twisted and I don't fancy perpetuating that idea any further. Plus my abuse of the English language is astonishing; I like to make up words.

Fuck. Clearly I need more chaos on my desk...