Dear Ontario Lottery and Gaming Corporation,
I have a full-fledged shoe fetish I must feed. If you could just give me the winning numbers to this week's lottery, it would be greatly appreciated.
Hugs and Kisses,
Allie
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I'm a huge grump. *grump grump grump* I don't even grumble anymore. I just say it to myself: grumble grumble grumble.
My parents have this huge "family weekend" planned for Easter. This usually consists of sitting in front of the stupid TV and getting a look if you try to walk away, or, heaven forbid, open a book. And then on Sunday I get to go to the family breakfast (actually they're friends of my parents but we have no family here so they're just as good), and have to answer the "what are you going to do with your life now?" and the "how did you screw up this application?" questions over and over again.
And I don't think I'll get to see my man this weekend either. He has his own family things to do. I can't wait until we come as a pair.
I want to take off to Germany. I love my aunt's little house. I miss the view from the bedroom window. It's nothing spectacular--just a train station and some high-tension wires--but I loved the GREEN there. I loved the moist air as you woke up in the morning (Wuppertal is the Seattle of Europe, I think--always raining). This paycheque would pay for the expenses, but I can't go. I have to work at this stupid office at least until May, and more likely until September. Maybe if I'm nowhere in September I'll go then.
(These aren't my pictures: go see more here, if you like.)
And I want shooooooooooooooooes. I think joining the shoe group was a bad idea.
Ebay has created a monster of me.
I blame dogslife.
I have a full-fledged shoe fetish I must feed. If you could just give me the winning numbers to this week's lottery, it would be greatly appreciated.
Hugs and Kisses,
Allie
********
I'm a huge grump. *grump grump grump* I don't even grumble anymore. I just say it to myself: grumble grumble grumble.
My parents have this huge "family weekend" planned for Easter. This usually consists of sitting in front of the stupid TV and getting a look if you try to walk away, or, heaven forbid, open a book. And then on Sunday I get to go to the family breakfast (actually they're friends of my parents but we have no family here so they're just as good), and have to answer the "what are you going to do with your life now?" and the "how did you screw up this application?" questions over and over again.
And I don't think I'll get to see my man this weekend either. He has his own family things to do. I can't wait until we come as a pair.
I want to take off to Germany. I love my aunt's little house. I miss the view from the bedroom window. It's nothing spectacular--just a train station and some high-tension wires--but I loved the GREEN there. I loved the moist air as you woke up in the morning (Wuppertal is the Seattle of Europe, I think--always raining). This paycheque would pay for the expenses, but I can't go. I have to work at this stupid office at least until May, and more likely until September. Maybe if I'm nowhere in September I'll go then.
(These aren't my pictures: go see more here, if you like.)
And I want shooooooooooooooooes. I think joining the shoe group was a bad idea.
Ebay has created a monster of me.
I blame dogslife.
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and if you actually get the winning numbers, do you think you could give me, oh, maybe a couple of them? just enough to pay my rent next month and get some new boots? and maybe buy groceries? i'll love you forever and ever. well, wait, i'd do that without the numbers... but the numbers would help.
I need to go exploring.
The girl is going home to visit her parents, which means I get the bed to myself. I think it is more sinfully delicious than if I had somebody else in it during her absence. Seriously - I can just stretch out forever. Maybe I'm getting old.
I broke the news (and felt like a heel for doing it) to my parents that I wouldn't be coming home for Easter. They're cool with it, but I still feel guilty about the whole affair. My excuses are twofold - firstly, I don't want my first cross-province trek in the car to be on a holiday weekend. Fuck that traffic. Secondly, once you escape the confines of school, a 3 day weekend is no longer the excuse you need to run off and visit friends and family. It is now the excuse I need to get caught up on some housework, and maybe watch a few movies that I've purchased recently but not had the chance to sit down with.
As horrifically out of whack as it may sound - I do so genuinely enjoy little vacations in my apartment.