frinky friday

sigh...

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...

frinky friday

so really the whole point of frinky friday is to remind myself to blog more; if friday posts get too close together i can see how much i'm not blogging! (and besides, a 'lil frinkage never hurt anyone!)

i think i'm gonna make me a tee outta this one!

how wrong is it that i'm really excited about this movie?

i ♥ keanu

"I do look back. I still sometimes wake up and think, 'Gosh, I shouldn't have done that."
"I want to make films like the 'Matrix' series. You can talk about them after, you can relate to them."
"It's not like you're bringing them home with you and feel like you need to take a shower."
"I could do Macbeth with the Scottish accent."
"I'm just throwing it out to the universe - does anybody want to do this with me?"

(i know y'all are laughing at me. stoppit!)

um, ok.

woman at work on msn with her granddaughter

HER - sounds like my granddaughter had fun at camp coochie
US - camp what?????
HER - camp coochie...camp coochiwata(whatever)
US - *hysterical laughter*
HER - and she says they had to take cold showers...
US - *laughter turning into crying*
HER - and her friend says she smells like vaseline
US - *are ded from laughter*

(actually no one else got the joke, but they're all older than sin. or maybe i thought it was so funny because it's a certain cousin-of-a-friend's favorite word to describe her, well, you know.)

bits n' bites o' boredom

i am the most exciting person in the universe.
i'm obsessed with the strike-through command. dunno why. possibly it's the passive-agressiveness of it. like there's at bit of truth behind every joke, even though most people would deny it. i'm not really going anywhere with this.

i'm also obsessed with the libertines, and it is primarily about the music. (i feel the need to clarify that after someone assumed it wasn't about the music) i would never obsess over a crap band, hot or not. Collecting obsessions is a hobby of mine really, one that amuses me and keeps me sane.

anyone know how to shut up a 15&1/2 lb. cat? seriously, he sat on the floor behind me last night, stared intently at my back and meowed for like an hour. so. not. cute.

the summer storm dvd will be out on september 5th and yes i will buy it even though i downloaded it - i only steal music ;)

last week i got an hbc credit card in the mail and even though i changed my name over 10 years ago, my old last name was printed on it. i have no idea where they got it from, as all my id and cards were changed a long, long time ago. now i wonder what else people strangers know about me :(

(what's this? strange, guy calling and asking us what we take in our t-ho's? strange, cute guy bringing us coffee? and goddammit it figures that the bi-atch just dragged him away as quick as she could and now i can see them on the monitors outside...feck i suck. i should stick a note on her arse that says "i have herpes")

my new refurbished swatch is teh sex. all the way from 1987.

i watched the aristocrats and mysterious skin on the weekend; neither were at all funny and both were totally unnecessary. (plus they were lacking in teh ghey sex area.)

(they've been outside for 40 minutes, so clearly she's attempting to seduce him having fun talking about trees?...uh tiles?...oh, snowplowing. well, some sort of plowing, heh heh heh...)

is it really sad that someone i work with wants me to come camping with her, her husband and three kids and i'm actually considering, considering all my friends suck/have no money/have no time? actually at this point i'm up for anything - day trip (boston anyone? say august 13th?) to anywhere? canada's wonderland? camping? england? anthing? anywhere? i'm bored and i need to get away, so email me, like seriously.

frinky friday...

dedicated to that cigarette i was craving this week, even though i've never been a smoker! weird, huh? (and no comments about oral fixations please!)

huh.

i'm not allowed to blog or read smuff (smut + fluff) or peruse the internet at my leisure because THERE IS NO ONE ELSE HERE! no seriously, there's like NO ONE else in the entire building! (one is at a meeting, one is getting a pedicure, one is on a cruise, one is off for some unknown reason, one is in Israel, one is sick, one took someone else to the hospital, two are out for lunch...) wait ONE other person is here, which means i can't eat my lunch because he is the ONE person who started the whole no more eating at your desk thing and i'm frickin' hungry NOW and why couldn't i be hungry BEFORE the few people that were here today left? maybe he'll leave. at least it's quiet - and gawd-dammit why did i say that, because now the phone won't stop ringing...

i guess it's payback for not being here yesterday, although i was working running our 3rd golf tournament all day. it's a nice excuse to stay outside all day, even though getting that much sun always makes me feel sick and burny no matter how much sunscreen i wear. so yes, i was the evil roommate that woke matt up at 6:30am because i screwed up my alarm clock and it didn't go off at 5am when it was supposed to. (so instead of turning my alarm off when i awoke, i turned it on to see if i'd set if for the right time and then didn't turn it off again because i was freaking out by that point) i woke up at exactly 6:05am and by 6:15am i had gotten up, dressed, shit together, out the door, halfway down the street and realised i didn't have my metropass or any money to use instead so, back to the house, got metropass/money and hauled ass to the subway station. i made it to downsview where my ride was waiting, by 6:45, which wasn't too bad considering i was supposed to be there at 6:30, and because there was no traffic, we made to the golf course by 7:01, only a minute late! i was lucky i guess. it was chaotic until 7:30, so when i finally had some coffee, it tasted like the best damn coffee ever.

ha ha. he's gone - lunchtime!

can't someone find me a dictionary with discombobulated in it?

FRIDAY sucked my ass bigtime because i did not get to see mr. usher :(
it was not the first, nor the second, but the third time i was ditched/stood-up/ignored/whatever this week and therefore my friends everyone sux. instead i came home and watched north country (really, really awesome) and wasted time.

SATURDAY i was way too productive and spent the day doing laundry, vaccuming completely nude in paradise, baking cookies, making hummus and then spent the evening with the boys watching asian movies, one of which made me want to throw up/cry/smack the director and i had to leave the room for the ending. (and seriously, i can usually watch anything.) oh and boys.....this is roy dupuis


SUNDAY TODAY i accomplished nothing, at vermonty python ice cream (coffee liquor ice cream with chocolate cookie crumbs and chocolate shaped cows), and watched way too many episodes of doctor who, which included seeing the best ever cat people:

and evil giles the best ever tony head:

frinky friday.

dedicated to Pete who's in rehab, again.

the new gaybourhood

a guy walks his dog in Brampton and sees two 17/21 year old guys. after he passes by he hears:

17yr: fag?

21yr: fag.

hahahahhhahhhhahahhahhhahhhhaha.
especially because the guy is a straight-acting gay, flaming only on occasion.

(i be rollin') pennies from heaven a hitman

uh, actually, that's all i had to say.

rodents in the mist

apparently there's a mouse (?) roughly the size of a grapefruit galavanting around the synagogue. i imagine it looks something like this:

awwww cuteness!

hate pt.1

oh bastardly bastard of an internet connection, why are you attempting to destroy the few free hours i have alone with you? is it because i've used/abused/refused to give you an evening off? sigh. and even though your absence allowed me to be (gasp!) productive, i still hate you. productivness led to sleepiness which led to an hour of doogie frickin' howser. yes, that's right bi-atch - i cheated on you with a 16 year old doctor and loved it.

uh oh

frinky friday broke liberated my blog...
(frink post X 12)

edit: frink post X 1

frinky friday

theme: prison striped shirts

a week already????

k, i suck. dunno what i've been doing all week, considering monday was a free for all (ttc bitches, that is) and today is a holiday (jew related occupationists - and that's my own word so suck it - that is). maybe i've found my true talent in life - wasting time and being lazy. so lazy in fact, i've even given up on capital letters. ha. i know that on sunday i helped move erik/nicole/diesel to friggin' brampton, which somehow turned into 13 hours with them. although i'd have to say that one hour was WELL SPENT oogling the men/boys (not all gay, fingers crossed) at jack astors and have come to the conclusion that ALL of the good-looking guys live in brampton. farmer/hicks maybe, but who cares when even the less attractive ones are HOT. got some stuff in the mail too - some SMASHING pins from mocktherock.com (you can buy one or hundreds, $1 each with free shipping!)



and another swatch - actually the same swatch that was the first one i bought as a kid...i just have to get a new band and it'll be 1988 all over again!



and now to the distracting terrible task of finding frink...