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Oct. 21st, 2004 10:54 amMy amazing disappearing roommate is off again, this time for three weeks working on a cruise ship, in what will no doubt go down in history as the fastest job ever - she auditioned for a group that provides musicians for cruise ships, hotels and casinos on Monday, they called her yesterday afternoon with a job, and she's flying out TODAY!! She's an emergency pianist!
So I get the apartment to myself for a while. Sadly, it's too cold to be naked.
In other news, I'm pretty sure the BPAL order that ate Toronto (my VISA bill is a scary place to be this month) is languishing at the border. This article is referring to Western Canada, but I have no doubt it's causing backlash over here as well. Although it could just be that the 90-odd imps (no, they are not all mine - I am now the local dealer) caused a bit of a breakdown at the perfume factory. Whatever the cause, though, they are not here, and I am sad.
We watched Thirteen on Tuesday. Oh, ouch. It's an excellent movie, and the performances are stellar, but so depressing! If I had had any inclination to have kids one day, that would have killed it right there. It's just, what do you do? What can you do? I had a really hard time sleeping that night, because I was worried for 13-year-old girls everywhere. I wish I could help in some way, become a youth counsellor or something, but I can't even talk to people my own age, let alone teenagers. Plus I'm sure they'd see me as the lamest of the lame.
Ok, now I'm really depressed again.
So I get the apartment to myself for a while. Sadly, it's too cold to be naked.
In other news, I'm pretty sure the BPAL order that ate Toronto (my VISA bill is a scary place to be this month) is languishing at the border. This article is referring to Western Canada, but I have no doubt it's causing backlash over here as well. Although it could just be that the 90-odd imps (no, they are not all mine - I am now the local dealer) caused a bit of a breakdown at the perfume factory. Whatever the cause, though, they are not here, and I am sad.
We watched Thirteen on Tuesday. Oh, ouch. It's an excellent movie, and the performances are stellar, but so depressing! If I had had any inclination to have kids one day, that would have killed it right there. It's just, what do you do? What can you do? I had a really hard time sleeping that night, because I was worried for 13-year-old girls everywhere. I wish I could help in some way, become a youth counsellor or something, but I can't even talk to people my own age, let alone teenagers. Plus I'm sure they'd see me as the lamest of the lame.
Ok, now I'm really depressed again.