age: 29 (Nov 17, 1982)
MEMBER SINCE: March 2009
occupation: retail guru
gets me hot: when people actually queue in lines
heroes: anyone who speaks their mind, that's right: ANYONE.
body mods: Yep. Got some o' those.
crush: orange
sign: Angry little person.
stats: hobosexual
i lost my virginity: At about the same age people of my generation did. Thank goodness we weren't fucking at 13.
makes me happy: Skinny, I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu.
makes me sad: lack of dental care for myself and other low income earners.
fantasy: involves a world where people become more self aware
BLOGS
Hey folks,
Tomorrow morning I'm flying out to Calgary. Then Amy and I are going to go to a hostel for a few days. I shall be participating in forced skiing (hopefully not resulting in my death). Then this little lady has to hustle to find work. I'm looking forward to seeing the mountains, getting out of the fast paced high stress environment of Toronto. The real question is how long I'll last before I realize how much the city is a part of me.
It's only been a week and I'm already missing the fella. He plans to fly out for a visit in two months but that still seems like an eternity. Having been in a long distance relationship for almost two years you'd figure that I'd be ready for something like this but I'm not. Perhaps I'll have his face screen printed on a pillowcase so I can appear to be incredibly creepy; when in actuality, I'm just incredibly lame.
Over the past few days I've been spoiled rotten. My initial joy-gasm came from leaving Winners, then I got to leave the hideous hole that i'd been living in. Spent a few days with my Dad and my Step-mom, re-acquainted myself with cable television. After being deprived for so long I could sit contently and watch even the most boring of infomercials with genuine interest. Took a bath, which I had forgotten the pleasures of, because living with a cubical shower can really deprive you of deep muscle relaxation. Following the visit at my Da's I made the last visit to Jt's. It always feels as if we never get enough time together, I can't wait until his school is finished and we get to find a place together. At the bus stop I was busy holding off tears AND trying to get as many kisses as I could before the bus boarded. Sunday night Amy and I went to a local Scarborough bar where we proceeded to have a great time only to wakeup with burning assholes, nacho food poisoning. What a shame. Monday morning Amy and I took off to see my Mom in bellevegas.
Tomorrow morning I'm flying out to Calgary. Then Amy and I are going to go to a hostel for a few days. I shall be participating in forced skiing (hopefully not resulting in my death). Then this little lady has to hustle to find work. I'm looking forward to seeing the mountains, getting out of the fast paced high stress environment of Toronto. The real question is how long I'll last before I realize how much the city is a part of me.
It's only been a week and I'm already missing the fella. He plans to fly out for a visit in two months but that still seems like an eternity. Having been in a long distance relationship for almost two years you'd figure that I'd be ready for something like this but I'm not. Perhaps I'll have his face screen printed on a pillowcase so I can appear to be incredibly creepy; when in actuality, I'm just incredibly lame.
Over the past few days I've been spoiled rotten. My initial joy-gasm came from leaving Winners, then I got to leave the hideous hole that i'd been living in. Spent a few days with my Dad and my Step-mom, re-acquainted myself with cable television. After being deprived for so long I could sit contently and watch even the most boring of infomercials with genuine interest. Took a bath, which I had forgotten the pleasures of, because living with a cubical shower can really deprive you of deep muscle relaxation. Following the visit at my Da's I made the last visit to Jt's. It always feels as if we never get enough time together, I can't wait until his school is finished and we get to find a place together. At the bus stop I was busy holding off tears AND trying to get as many kisses as I could before the bus boarded. Sunday night Amy and I went to a local Scarborough bar where we proceeded to have a great time only to wakeup with burning assholes, nacho food poisoning. What a shame. Monday morning Amy and I took off to see my Mom in bellevegas.
*hugs*
SEPTEMBER 2011
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