SO GOOD. New fave, A++, would watch again.

Probably the only show on MuchMusic I watch is 'Video On Trial'. These days I am horrifyingly attracted to Boomer Phillips. Like, damn, I want to ... Hang out with him? Seriously. I want him to drive me around Toronto in his car or something. The trial for David Archuleta's 'Crush' is lulz. 'So this is what second place on American Idol gets you these days; a shitty fucking video in cottage country'.

July 14

1. 11:00 - Hair appointment. Get highlights or something and hair curled.
   
2. 4:00-9:30 - Work the Booster Juice stand at Taste of Saskatchewan.
   
3. 9:30 - Go home and get dressed for HARREH POTTAH
   
4. 12:00 - OMG HARREH POTTAH

July 15

1. 12:00-3:00 - work at UPS
   
2. 9:30 - Meet with Mumsy to collect Dad's pocket watch. Omg I've been waiting for that watch forever and dreaming about it and omg YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THIS KIND OF CLOSURE.
   
3. 9:45 - Check in at Royal University Hospital Emergency.
   
4. 11:00 - MRI. Yes, they do MRIs until midnight now! CONVENIENT.

Yeah, I'm really anxious for Dad's watch. Mum went over to his house and got it for me. I haven't been to his house since before he died, and have been dreaming of going to get that watch since he said I could have it in the hospital. I used to pull it out of his pocket and play with it all the damn time, and I'll always remember how my hand felt reaching into his faded jeans before curling around it and pulling it out. I remember it so vividly, and to have it for my very own is going to be really nice and really bizarre. On the one hand, my god, it's Dad's watch. I HAVE WANTED THIS. On the other, dude, wtf. Dad should have his watch, not me. Death changes things. I wanted to finally spread his ashes this year, but things the way they are ... Not gonna happen. Sigh.

Harreh Pottah Herreh Pottah.

'LOVE is a four-letter word! Want to know what else is a four-letter word? SUCK.' - Boomer

Jesus Christ on a crutch, only five more days. I need to get my robes to the cleaner!

WARNING: This entry contains a huge steaming pile of TMI.

Omg wtf last night. I started work at 3:00 feeling fine. Around 5:00 I began to feel queasy. I guessed it was because I was hungry. Nope, only took three bites of Chinese food and decided this was not the case.

As my shift wore on, I felt worse and worse. I eventually went to the bathroom to barf, but not luck. I gave the girls their breaks and called halfh0ur for a ride. We made it halfway down the street before I had to get out and be sick behind some stairs. HOLY CRAP WAS I EVER SICK. It went on and on and then two guys from my high school jazz band walked by and made eye-contact, and I was all, 'omg they don't recognise me in this state, yuss *barf*'.

Amber drove around the block and picked me and my sick-covered shoes up. She had to make a stop in Sutherland, which was fine, as the rumbling of the car was upsetting my tummy enough that I might be able to get it all up. We made our stop, Amber ran her errand, I was sick in a flowerbed. Did I mention the Chinese food wasn't even partly digested? GOD IT WAS HORRIBLE COMING BACK UP.

My tummy was in great pain when I made it home and into bed, but I didn't feel like barfing again. Until an hour later. What I didn't realise was that my bum felt like barfing as well, and I almost pooed on the cat while I barfed. Threw my gitch in the garbage, sat on the can, and barfed into the wastebasket. When I'd finally picked myself up, I took out the garbage and went back to bed.

From then on until 5:00 in the morning, I was up twice an hour to barf and barf and barf and I HAVE NOTHING LEFT IN ME WHY AM I STILL BARFING?

Didn't go to work this morning. I have a Booster Juice shift at 2:00, but I'm not going in until 5:00. I wouldn't go in at all, except that there's only one person closing. I doubt I'll be that useful. Have I mentioned lately how sick I am of having only one person on Fridays? Because I am. Nobody was able to come in to cover. I am sick to death of having only one other person on Fridays. At least he's a good worker and not some newb, but srsly, my having a successful evening is based on feeling better by the time I have to leave for work.

I just washed the barf out of my hair and off my legs, and am going back to bed in hopes of feeling better. I'm still pretty dehydrated. Ungh. At least I'm not barfing anymore, but my sore tummy worries me.

The end.

Two of the outlets in my kitchen aren't working. This also affects my dishwasher. Could be SO MUCH WORSE (fridge and/or stove), but omg. Loading a full washer and finding it won't work sucks.

Uncle Bob (Mum's brother) is a retired electrician. He says he will save my ass when he gets back from a fishing trip. Hooray for Uncle Bob.



Holy crap, Canada Day brings out the stupid in people. CARS. IN THE SHOULDER. FOR LIKE, MILES. STANDING ON THE ROAD SQUINTING AT FIREWORKS THEY CAN BARELY SEE. The speed limit is 90/kph you fucking morons, are you just looking to get hit by one of the drunk assholes on the road?

Sigh. O well, I still like Canada. I'll stick around.

Played and rapped the new HP game for the Wii in five or six hours. Adsafsdhjk it's so much fun. SO MUCH FUN.

I go back to regular work hours tomorrow. My knee is much worse than before, but seeing as it isn't getting better, why not. I can't survive on what I'm making right now. Ffff I'll take breaks inbetween.

OH NO BILLY MAYS. WAT. WHO WILL SELL ME SHIT NOW? Source.

If anybody has any prayers or positive vibes, send them to me in Saskatoon. I need to share them with a friend.

I can't really sleep, but then the same thing from a few weeks ago won't leave my head alone.

My brother thinks I want to sabotage his wedding.

My brother thinks I want to sabotage his wedding.

My brother thinks I want to sabotage his wedding.



I dunno u guyz, itz pretty tempting. I could go and like ... just be there. Spill some wine on my napkin. SABOTAGE.

I saw him in the mall today and followed him outside. I wanted to have a polite conversation, but he wasn't interested, so I told him to have fun in his hell marriage, and he told me to go fuck myself.

A++. I can't believe how much I once loved him. Thanks, Janelle. Thanks bunches.

Finally stopped pooping long enough to stop to pay my bills ... Which for the first time ever I can't pay.

My bunk knee has had me working shorter shifts at work, meaning I'm not making my usual income, meaning I'm broke. This. Is. Not. Cool. I'm keeping everything up to date, but one thing I'm ALWAYS on top of is my MasterCard bill. I've had it since 2006 and have never had a late or short payment on it. I usually try to keep the amount owing on it to under $1500 (I use it for everything to build up credit), but this time it's not possible to pay it in a lump sum. I'm pretty upset over this. I just paid off $500 of it, but now have less than $1000 in my bank account. I still have a UPS cheque for $240 to deposit, but haven't made it to the bank this week. Some of my automatic payments come from my bank account, others from my MasterCard. I want to keep them even as possible, as I usually don't have to worry about what time of the month the payments come out. I don't spend that much money.

I usually work full-time at Booster Juice, which keeps my bills paid, and then UPS is my spending money. I wish The UPS Store were busier in the summer, as then I could work there more and keep off my knee at the same time. Booster Juice now has me only four or five hours a shift because of my knee. I want the MRI call to come so I can get this shit fixed, but it looks like my knee is fucked until at least fall. Booster Juice = Standing ALL THE TIME.

I'm seriously tempted to just OD my ass on Tylenol 3 and go to work full-time. I can't afford to be making so little money. It's not. Working.

0715 - Wake up to INTENSE PAIN in the knee. Hobble to the shower. Srsly dying.

0800 - Phone boss lady at UPS, asking to come in at noon instead so as to ice knee for very long while. Approved.

1000 - Rumbly in tumbly. Instant loss of ten pounds through massively explosive liquishits.

1100 - Phone boss lady again. Say I'll have to be in at noon-thirty.

1114 - More liquishits.

1130 - Tim Hortons. Buy a doughnut in exchange for use of their facility. This takes awhile as their till is broken, and nobody is directing me elsewhere, and oh man, need the bathroom.

1140 - Centre Mall bathroom. No explanation needed.

1147 - Bus Mall ... WHERE THE HELL ARE THE BUSES? Wat? Moss & 8th? WTF? Again phone the boss lady saying I have no idea when the hell I'll be there or how long I'll last. Then phone other boss lady and report the situation. Knee in intense pain holy god can't walk any farther.

1155 - Successfully flag down a bus on 8th and Acadia. Thank bus driver profusely.

1215 - Make it to work. Cling to work toilet. Definitely not going to make it the whole day.

1500 - 3rd Ave bus stop. THE BUS IS MISSING AGAIN. Hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, etc. catch another bus.

1540 - Feed the cat, proceed to make love to the toilet bowl with my ass.

1600 - Icing the knee, checking e-mail, and am afraid to eat anything. Oh god, it hurts all over.

Conclusion: Kraft Dinner with added Velveeta did this to me?

EDIT:

1700 - Woke up from a rest and pooed again.

1800 - Pooed again. Attempting to gain nourishment through rice, as I haven't the supplies/energy for something more nutritious.

Conclusion: Maybe it wasn't the KD?

Why yes, I did spend a good deal of National Aboriginal Day listening to Brocket 99. I also went to work, did some cross stitch, saw a scary movie, and missed my dad.

Smarties has some bitchin' new colours.

halfh0ur and I were on the way out her door this morning when she spotted what was thought to be a giagantic bumblebee on the screen door. Yeah, no, it was fucking Mothra.



We irked it enough for it to show off its 'FUCK YOU I'M AN OWL' eyes.



Here's Amber's hand next to it for size comparison.



We could see it from across the street as we drove away. My god.

Ffffff, an Alabama State Senator just shipped a package with us. Senator 'Walking' Wendell Mitchell (D) said lots of 'y'alls' and 'yes ma'am' and it was so cool I just had to post about it. From work. Ahahaha yuss. He shipped an 'artistic metal horse', which is how I described it initially, and he seemed to like that.

P.S. THICKEST ACCENT EVER. 'The State of Alabama' he said, only like, omg. In the drawl. Sop cool.

Apparently there are a buttload of US Senators down the street at the Delta for some sort of goodwill thing between Canadians and Americans. Some Texans were in yesterday after I'd left.

The Pride Parade was on Saturday, and pretty much all of my photos of the event are totally lame. I haven't gone since I was sixteen, so it was nice and fun and gay and stuff. I saw lots and lots of old friends, which really reminded me how much I miss being active in the gay community. halfh0ur and I ran into my brother and both flipped him off, to which he retaliated with an e-mail to halfh0ur telling her to gain some class. Awesome.

It was super sunny and I got a nice burn on my shoulder. While we were watching an outdoor drag show, I went to take a picture but ended up with lulz.



GOD IT'S LIKE 30° C and I like Hallowe'en as much as the next person, but ...



FUCK YEAH GIR NECKLACE! BLACK NAILZ! JACK SKELLINGTON! KAWAII UMBRELLA! I dunno, at least ditch Tigger?

I had my window open to let Merlin get some air, which inspired her to act really bizarrely. She ran back and forth from window to window, yowling like an idiot. WTF.



She's a very noisy cat. I can hear her down the hall yowling at the door when I get home from work. She purrs, meows, wails, and even barks like a dog (rrrrruff!). Good cat.

Jae,

I'm not sure how you saw my last locked entry, but it wasn't for you to see. Honestly, what did you expect me to say? I'm sorry if anyone left you any threatening comments. I have asked it to stop, a courtesy I wasn't given back in December when Janelle's friends went ape on my ass. I did not know the comments were there; I am at work. Unlike you, I have a job and do things outside of stalking my sister to make sure she's not saying anything mean about me in retaliation of stupid e-mails.

Real nice of you to hound up on Mum for it. Really good. Speak to me yourself. Mum doesn't deserve your bullshit.

I'm going back to my job. Thanks.

//Britt

The pain killers I'm on for my knee are giving me some shit-fucked side-effects, namely some serious dysphoria. Coupled with PMS and my usual brain mucks, it's made me an unhappy camper. I hate limping, I hate wincing, and I'm sick of shortened shifts at work. I used to go from UPS straight to Booster Juice, but now I go home for a few hours to ice it. I'm supposed to stay off this leg for six more weeks, and already I want to just chop it off and be done with it. I feel like a failure. I especially hate hogging a whole seat on the bus. Someone else looks at me for me to move my leg, and I'm all, 'durr, I'm crippled, sry.' Ffff.

The sky keeps looking like it wants to rain, but it won't. Rain has been in the forecast for two weeks, and I think it's rained once. There hasn't been so little precipitation in this region for 117 years. The farmers are pretty unhappy, and when you live in Saskatchewan, the whole world ends when the farmers are unhappy. Plzzz raaaaiiinnn.

No Sims 3 review as of yet. I only really just got into gameplay, as customising everything takes FOR-FUCKING-EVER. Fffff. My attention-span to crap isn't what it used to be since I began taking drugs for that.

I've also had a hard time sitting at the computer. My knee is totally fucked. For the record, I have no idea what I did to it. A week or so ago, it started hurting and popping and being a fuckwad, right when I wanted to begin riding my bike to work. I gave it a couple of days and it felt a bunch better. I later was on the bus and planted my foot weirdly when the bus stopped, and I twisted my leg in a way that made my knee really angry. It got worse and worse to the point where I dragged my ass to a mediclinic where I was told I had torn something in the knee and was then put on a waiting list for a surgeon, in the meantime being fitted for a special brace, all while being told not to bend it.

Today the pain was fucking intense. I'd be OK to the point where I'd think I could go to work, but then I'd take five paces and that would be it. I didn't go to my evening job. Agony all over, not to mention my left leg is now sore from supporting the right one. I'm going to see my regular doctor tomorrow in hopes of a better regime than NOT WORKING and ICING IT ALL DAY. I have shit to do at work and high school kids to punish.

Speaking of jobs, I finally quit Claire's. I left my boss a note that basically says, 'your attitude sucks, good luck with that', but much nicer. I won't really go into detail, only that I was fed up with a job I once loved now kicking my ass and excluding me from the team. I miss how Claire's used to be before the management changes, before the company turnarounds, and before my store closed. I should have taken my severance and run with it. Idiot. I don't need references from the current manager anyway, as I have the old DM for that and my original manager. Yippie.

I want a Mac's Froster so badly, you have no idea. I'm stuck at home with a buggered up leg when I should be at work, and yet I'm considering limping my way over for a drink I'll be finished before I get home, given my top cripple speed of one pace per three seconds. Good grief. Want one soooo baaaad. Summer does this shit to me. I remember living around the corner from a Mac's when I was little, and Frosters were my fix. Living near Mac's again has proven dangerous. ACROSS THE STREET FROM SAID MAC'S IS A 7-ELEVEN, HAVE I MENTIONED THIS?

I'm loopy right now. Ow pain.

EDIT: I went for the Froster. There were no medium cups so I went for a large. Halfway through I suffered some Badass type 5 on the Bristol Stool Scale. IT WENT ON FOREVERRR.

I have a high-stress job. Not high-stress that it makes your brain explode, but high-stress in that you're always busy, always on your feet, always rushing, etc. No matter how hard you work, no matter how much you sweat, some customers will never be satisfied. Sometimes their complaints are legit, but most of the time they're ridiculous. Never once are the complaints well-constructed. They always come from people who seem to have the worst temper in the world. If you ask one guy on day staff to describe his job, he'll tell you he 'makes smoothies for angry people'. TRU FACTZ.

Anyway, I manage the evening/weekend staff, so angry crotchfaces from the hours of 5:00 to close on weekdays and open to close on weekends are sent my way. They're usually easy to deal with. They say their piece, I acknowledge them, we resolve it, the end. Today I had an angry customer who pissed me the hell off, and I have no idea why. Usually I can shrug it off, but for whatever reason, omg, I wanted blood.

An angry looking fellow beckons to me, and I come over. 'I want my money back,' he says. I recall his order and proceed.

'No problem,' I say. I tell the girls to halt his smoothies and turn back to him . 'May I ask why?'

'I'll tell you as soon as I get my money back.' What, I'm going to argue it? If you want your seven dollars and eighty-eight cents back, I'm not going to keep it from you no matter the outcome. Anyway, I give him his money back, and he goes into his tirade.

'Those two girls over there?' he says, pointing to my hard-working staff for the evening. 'Their pants are TOO SMALL. They keep PUTTING THEIR HANDS DOWN THE BACK OF THEM before TOUCHING MY FOOD.'

... wut.

'Fair enough,' I say, 'but I'm sure they're just adjusting them. Our hands don't actually touch the food.'

'NOT TRUE.' he insists. 'Look, LOOK, I'LL SHOW YOU.' He proceeds to pull up his shirt and make a ridiculous, ass-grabbing motion. 'Their trousers are too tight, and you'd best be telling them to stop reaching down them, or you'll be sorry when the health inspectors show up!'

'I understand your concern, and I'll be talking to them. I'll pass it along,' I say, hardly able to believe this crap. Dude, my staff doesn't REACH DOWN THEIR PANTS. When you lean over a freezer, unless they're hiked to your tits, your pants are going to shift. They grab the belt-loops and pull them back up. Our hands never touch any food when making smoothies, which is why we don't wear gloves when making them. We wash our hands, but we're allowed to touch our clothing for goodness sake. This is 2009. I'm lucky they wear pants at all. I'm sure they'd be wearing chaps and short-shorts if they could get away with it.

I have no idea, but it got to me. This guy got to me. Normally I have a laugh and shrug it off, but he was so stupid and mean about it. Angry as shit-fuck, I step away to phone the higher-up and let her know that head office might be getting a stupid message from a stupid man and his wife. Meanwhile, Mr Assgrab and his Ho are off at Orange Julius to indulge in some egg whites. I talk to the higher-up for awhile, we shake our heads at it, and I promise to tell my staff to stop reaching at their butt-hairs before shoving their bare hands in sorbet buckets.

When I get back to the store, the girls tell me that Mr Assgrab stood in front of them and commented loudly about me. The words he said were, 'look at that one over there now, not doing a damn thing, just chatting on the phone.' Oh, FUCK YOU. I was passing along your concern you prick, even if I think you're a sack of shit for picking on my staff. Piss off and die, you rat bastard. For the record, we had an inspection a month ago and passed it just fine.

Ugh. Anyway, other news.

Good: I have a new iPod nano. It's orange and engraved with, 'I'd be easy for RONALD WEASLEY'

Bad: I buggered up my knee somehow and have been fitted with an uncomfortable brace until I can see a surgeon.

Good: Sims 3 comes out on Tuesday! There goes my life.

Bad: My brother is still being a shit.

Eh, whatever, that's it for now.

I got a letter under the door today from the condo board:

NOTICE
TO ALL RESIDENTS/OWNERS OF LUTHER POINTE CONDOMINIUMS

It has recently been brought to our attention that a
single unit in the building
has contracted bed bugs.



On Monday May 25, 2009 Advanced Pest Control
will be in the building to spray all hallways as a
precautionary measure.
Please read and follow the enclosed instructions.

We ask that all owners and residents be aware of
the problem and keep an eye out within their own suites.

Thank you for your anticipated co-operation.

Sincerely,
Elite Property Management

GOD DAMN UNIVERSITY RENTERS AND/OR CREEPY OLD MAN! The enclosed instructions? Yeah. Fuckload of work for a messy ho like me. Everything in the kitchen has to be sealed or in cupboards.

The bathroom? Nothing on top of the sink. I AM A CHICK. THAT IS WHERE MY SHIT GOES.

'All fabric items including clothes, blankets, sheets, etc. must be washed in warm water and soap and placed in sealed plastic bags. All furniture must be moved 1 foot away from the walls. All mattresses must be standing on end against the wall. The floor must be clear of all toys and small items.'

I work 7 days a week. When the fuck am I supposed to have time to do all of this? My floor is nothing but clothing and small toys. This is so rotten and stupid and I fucking hate the idea of shitty chemicals being sprayed all over MY shit and MY SUITE. The suite that I own and keep clear of bed bugs.

Occupants and Pets: Must vacate the premises for a period of 6 hours from the time treatment commences.



This procedure must be repeated after a two week period.

Re-entry: Please ensure that all vanity and counter tops, cutting boards, fridge, stove tops and thoroughly washed with soap and water prior to placing any items back on them. Do not vacuum or wash floors 6" from the wall for 30 says if at all possible. Place sheets on sofas, chair and mattresses for 30 days.

I'm so confused. Again, when the hell will I have time to do this? Most days of the week I'm out the door at 8:00 AM and don't get home until 10:00 PM. If I can't clean near the walls, this means there are toxins all over the damn place that Merlin can get into. This is shit. Absolute shit. I'm opposed. I don't want it. Sheets over chairs and mattresses for 30 days. WHAT?



Whomever brought bed bugs in can die in a goddamned fire.

I have been neglecting my friends page like crazy. I'm sorry.

I missed a shift at Claire's today because I didn't check the schedule when I should have - Which I would have done, if I wasn't upset with the manager and terrified of her. Nothing like a phone call saying, 'if you're not here in five minutes, don't bother coming in, I'll have called someone else.' O RLY? Ordinarily I'd be mortified and shitting bricks, but there's been some dramalamadingdong as of late that's made me sort of indifferent. What irks me is that the new manager insisted that the schedule has been up for two weeks, when hours weren't handed out until last week. I also told this new manager something in confidence, and she went and blabbed it, so now my balls are in the grip of what used to be my favourite job. I wish Market Mall and Confederation hadn't closed. Those were the stores where I thrived. Now I feel like I'm in a foreign place surrounded by foreign people when I'm there. I went from 30+ hours a week to 3. I used to know policy and procedure like the back of my hand, but now everything changes on a daily basis and it's a pain in the ass and it isn't home anymore.

Claire's was the #1 place I swore I would never, ever burn bridges with, but now I'm worried I have. It's policy of mine to always give two weeks' notice, but now I'm not even sure I owe them that. They laid me off, convinced me to transfer, promised a raise and never followed through. I was up for promotion and then missed out on that as well. It's so stupid. I adore Claire's. It demands top customer service, and that's something you don't always find at most retail jobs. I'm not sure I could step it down to work elsewhere.

Claire's isn't what it was when I started over a year ago, and that makes me mental. Eh, I'll keep at it a bit longer, so long as I haven't fucked everything up. It's not the job that pays my bills, it's an on-the-side hobby. Booster Juice makes my money, and UPS pays my phone bill. A co-worker describes Booster Juice best when he says that '[we] make smoothies for angry people'. It's a job. I need a passion.

All I have to offer you lately are pictures of my cat. Have another:



She sees feathers and her eyes go wide as saucers, Puss-In-Boots style. I didn't think it actually happened IRL, but there you have it.

I'm getting sick. I hope it's Swine Flu.

EDIT: Much, much love to your_downfall, who had to say goodbye to her kitty today. ♥ Thinking of you and yours, darling.