alright. so i am lazy, and have not posted since saturday because ... wait. i already said i was lazy. whatever.
so my ex magically reappeared with promises of 'catching up' until i told him i needed an address for him so i could file some shitty paper work with the courts and stop my wage garnishment (which is his fault because he is a lying, drug addicted fucktard). so he has disappeared again. with no response to email or txt or phone call.
i am so aggravated. i mean, he's had over a year to grow the fuck up and stop being such a fucking moron. i was so inclined to even give him the benefit of the doubt, but whatever. clearly, thats not what he wants. so now i am exactly where i was before - which is essentially looking like a stalker.
on the brightside, my hair is fucking fantastic.
This is where i got my hair done. Valdis is the wonderful lady that did my locks (i knew she was on the site - didnt know she was an SG until i had to track her down on here! haha). she was great, even though i have way too much hair and i cut into someone else's appointment. i was tired and random, and also annoyed (because i knew deep down the ex wasnt going to call when he said he would and we werent going to meet up afterwards) but she was stil very cool to me.
the second i feel like my dreads need some touching up, i'll be emailing her to book an appointment. not at 11am on a saturday though. oh man. getting on public transit at 9am is not my idea of a good time. and then going all the way home, and then all the way back downtown again ...
oh! dont ever go to modo, on avenue.
the service was terrible. our waitress was a complete idiot. everytime someone had a question, she would leave and come back. it took her 4 trips to finally take my drink order.
idiot waitress, plus the 2 girls whose bdays we were celebrating being over 45 mins late to their own dinner (because heaven forbid they seat us and serve us drinks before our entire party arrives!) equals me leaving on the subway to the GO bus at 12:30, because i couldnt deal with that place. and the music was horrible and entirely too loud. i shouldn't have to shout to have a conversation over supper.
and also boo on my idiot friends, because who the fuck wants to eat supper at 11:30 at night! bitches!
alright. its 1:30 in the morning and i have to be at work in 6 and a half hours.
bon soir.
so my ex magically reappeared with promises of 'catching up' until i told him i needed an address for him so i could file some shitty paper work with the courts and stop my wage garnishment (which is his fault because he is a lying, drug addicted fucktard). so he has disappeared again. with no response to email or txt or phone call.
i am so aggravated. i mean, he's had over a year to grow the fuck up and stop being such a fucking moron. i was so inclined to even give him the benefit of the doubt, but whatever. clearly, thats not what he wants. so now i am exactly where i was before - which is essentially looking like a stalker.
on the brightside, my hair is fucking fantastic.
This is where i got my hair done. Valdis is the wonderful lady that did my locks (i knew she was on the site - didnt know she was an SG until i had to track her down on here! haha). she was great, even though i have way too much hair and i cut into someone else's appointment. i was tired and random, and also annoyed (because i knew deep down the ex wasnt going to call when he said he would and we werent going to meet up afterwards) but she was stil very cool to me.
the second i feel like my dreads need some touching up, i'll be emailing her to book an appointment. not at 11am on a saturday though. oh man. getting on public transit at 9am is not my idea of a good time. and then going all the way home, and then all the way back downtown again ...
oh! dont ever go to modo, on avenue.
the service was terrible. our waitress was a complete idiot. everytime someone had a question, she would leave and come back. it took her 4 trips to finally take my drink order.
idiot waitress, plus the 2 girls whose bdays we were celebrating being over 45 mins late to their own dinner (because heaven forbid they seat us and serve us drinks before our entire party arrives!) equals me leaving on the subway to the GO bus at 12:30, because i couldnt deal with that place. and the music was horrible and entirely too loud. i shouldn't have to shout to have a conversation over supper.
and also boo on my idiot friends, because who the fuck wants to eat supper at 11:30 at night! bitches!
alright. its 1:30 in the morning and i have to be at work in 6 and a half hours.
bon soir.
maligne:
As you would say...totaly random!! I LOVE it!! 