tortured

i feel a little nauseous.

so i was reading my book today and came across this "i laid my head on his shoulder and wondered how he could stand me. in one short morning i had exhibited insane laughter, hidden lust, pissy behavior, self-pity, and hysterical crying. if i'd been trying to show him my worst side, i could not have done a better job than this." i had to laugh. that's totally me. i can't help myself, i'm transparent to a fault. i scare men away. i'm both honey and deet in one. part of me wants to turn over a new leaf of no longer putting my crappy foot forward, however, my apathy is winning. oh who am i kidding... am i apathetic about anything?? well maybe wiping down the counter ;) personally, i'm rooting for apathy.

so i have NO sense of direction in ottawa. i used to think i had a good sense of direction in general, but i have since learned my trick (self – i'm on to you...) i always know where lake ontario is. it's my grounder. by knowing where the lake is, i know which direction everything else is. interesting... if only that could translate in life (with God being lake ontario), that would make everything make so much more sense.

i bought a navy blue toilet seat at ikea for $1.99. its nice! i like it. too bad my toilet is old and falling apart. i was right, it didn't recover from its surgery. i can't remember... did i tell you Part A to this story? i have a feeling i didn't.

oh my goodness... another bad call by yelsel. i have these little black tins that go over my burners on my stove when they're not in use. i accidentally almost had a small fire a few weeks ago when i turned the wrong burner on. anywayz... i decided to spray paint them white (partly to repair the damage from the almost fire) but i left them drying on newspaper on the balcony and some wind came along and... suffice it to say, i'm now covered in spray paint and my metal tins will never be the same....

i'm still nauseous.

sunday's on the phone to monday,
tuesday's on the phone to me.