Riddle me this...

i haven't blogged in what feels like ages. i usually try to write about something interesting and hopefully funny, but there just isn't anything special going on. if anything, i probably need a vacation. i will be going to my friend andrew's cottage this weekend, but i have to get to toronto first which is turning out to be more stressful than it should be. i hope i relax by the time i get there.

i just looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, and it reminded me of when i was in junior high school and all the girls would go to the bathroom, shut off the light and chant "bloody mary" in front of the mirror. you had to say it something like 43 times and a hand (which i always pictured as green and slimey) would come out. i always chickened out at 41. in any case, i feel like i look like bloody mary. my eyes are bloodshot and i'm so tired. i'm a total debbie downer.

i was thinking of the movie grease the other day because of my pink jacket. i have an old navy pink trench that always seems to get attention. it's not just pink, it's PINK. so i was thinking that i could be one of the pink ladies. and if i were a pink lady, which one would i be? i'd like to be rizzo, but i'd probably be frenchie. in any case, then i was thinking about how it would be nice if life were like the ending of grease, where everything sucks, but then if you just put on your shiny tight spandex pants and curl your hair, you can get the boy and fly away in a car to live happily ever after. sigh...

i'm off to watch the season finale of csi and mourn the loss of frank gorshin...

ah collectors...

today at work, i got to live out a dream. i got a call from someone who didn't identify himself asking for a number for an employee. because of the privacy act, i can't even verify if someone works for the company let alone give out their phone number or work location. and because he didn't identify himself, i knew he was a collector of some sort. when i asked who he was, he said his name was steve, and he worked for an investment company. i told him that i couldn't release any information, and he started getting very angry. he told me i was making a big deal out of nothing, and that he wasn't asking much, and he was raving and going on. i said that he'd have to take that up with the government, because i could lose my job if i released any info.

steve: you're so paranoid. i can't believe you people... (starts into another rant)
me: and you're a jackass. goodbye.

it was beautiful.

bookses

it feels like forever since i've written anything. i spent a lot of this week being very bored at work and surfing other blogs. this all started after i read an article about litblogs and the huge writing community online. it really makes me miss the days when i was more involved in that scene. which makes me want to read more, which makes me want to write, which makes me hate my job more than i do already. it's vicious i tell ya.

i recently read me talk pretty one day by david sedaris. sedaris has won a few humour awards, so i was getting ready to laugh it up. the book is in two parts: one and deux. one is a bit of a let down, mostly about his drug use and some of the strange little things that have happened in his life. deux is hilarious, about visiting france with his boyfriend and deciding after 6 years that he should learn more than the two french words he knows: "bottleneck" and "ashtray". eventually, he moves to france and the descriptions of his french classes are so funny i was crying.

i'm trying to find another book to read now while i wait for a few books i ordered to come in. i'm on a roll, and i can't stop! i've been reading a lot of contemporary stuff lately. if you have any suggestions, let me know.

i'm off for some coffee. hopefully the pee lady won't be there. the pee lady is a lady who frequents william's coffee pub and smells horrifically like stale pee. if it weren't so disgusting, it would be devastating. maybe i'll forego running that risk and go to starbuck's instead. so evil...