Send some our way, willya? Something which I don’t wish to discuss at the moment because it STRESSES ME THE HELL OUT is hanging in the balance right now. If it happens, we’re all good. If it doesn’t, we’re…

DOOMED!

So today is Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday). Little known fact: I’m Catholic. So today should be spent feasting, drinking, and carousing before Lent starts tomorrow (Ash Wednesday). Then I get to spend 40 days not eating meat or drinking (check), not wearing flashy clothing (check– well, wait. Do sweatpants count as flashy?), giving alms (uhm… I think I have some alms around here somewhere), and pondering the suffering of Our Lord.

Okay… I guess I’ll have to schedule that in? I admit I’m fairly lapsed. I don’t go to church very often and I don’t observe all the holy days. Also, you know, living in sin and all that. BUT I have a VERY GOOD CATHOLIC EDUCATION and can tell you lots about almost all the martyrs and can name off the 10 commandments by heart. If ever you need someone to do any of that.

Basically I’m writing this because I’m proud of myself that I even REMEMBERED that Lent starts tomorrow (already gave up pop for the rest of my life– I guess now I’ll give up… chocolate. For lent) and also because I’m annoyed that today’s Mardi Gras and we don’t have any feast-like foods in the house and no money to go out and finance our gluttony.
Ah well.

1. Leaving the stove unattended while running to the bathroom for serious reasons: Causes apartment to fill with smoke and boyfriend to have to open all the windows and say “WHY DID YOU PUT IT ON THE BIG BURNER? That one always burns everything!”

2. Reading about zombies before bedtime; and

3. Taking just one Benadryl before bedtime because sleep is not coming and there’s an appointment early-ish in the morning:

Causes nightmares about zombies, thrashing about and somehow hurting boyfriend, and inability to think clearly in the morning (that oh-so-pleasant “Benadryl Fog”).

Sara suggested that I put my crapload of gmail invites up on my freecycle list, which I thought was a pretty good idea and so I did.

Sadly, though, it wasn’t that good an idea and I got this email from the moderator who did not approve my posting on the freecycle list (oh I’m so ashaaaaaamed — okay well actually not really, but if it’s the policy not to put up that kind of post, it’s the policy, I didn’t know but now I do, my bad, etc. etc. etc.):

Google’s invite system was the best promotion they could have given
their service! These invites are becoming the next level of electronic
chain letters (I litterally see invites going around daily, and they are taking over other freecycle groups as
well). Perhaps it is not as suitable to this group (after all, it is
not something that would end up on a landfill). You may instead with
to visit this page:

J
Co-moderator HRM_Freecycle

Okay, well, that’s good. That’s fine. I was just trying to be nice to any haligonians out there who may not be privy to the wonderful world of gmail. But J is right, gmail won’t end up in a landfill, so I would encourage anyone out there who has extra gmail to go to the isnoop site.

But me? I’m not going to it. Nope. I’m keeping my gmail invites to myself and one day when like… celebrities? want gmail invites? And everyone else in the world has given theirs away? I will still have fifty and the celebrities will all have to come to me. Then we’ll start emailing back and forth, right? Because they’ll need help choosing gmail addresses and they’ll naturally ask me. And we’ll really get to know each other via email, as PEOPLE, and The Fifty Celebrities will think I’m so cool and witty and stuff, and totally not a weirdo stalker. And eventually? I’ll be best friends forever with The Fifty Celebrities because they think I’m so cool and we will go shopping and play videogames, and we’ll have long talks about the Sad Pressures of Celebrity (on their part), and the Sad Pressures of Being So Fabulous (on mine) and I’llhelp them choose their outfits and they will totally trust me and not get pissed off when I say “Fifty Celebrities, you are wearing too much eyeliner”, or “Maybe you should think about not dating someone 47 years your junior, Fifty Celebrities”.
Also? They will let me borrow their wigs.

So take THAT.

Yeah, hi, Gmail? Thanks for the fifty invites, but I don’t think I actually even know fifty people. And those I do know? Already have gmail. So uh… yeah. I highly doubt I’ll be giving those out anytime soon, unless someone out there who’s reading this asks.
Thanks anyway, though.

It’s TIME FOR ME TO NAP.

And while I’m napping, I will dream about people actually reading and commenting on my ‘blog as if it hadn’t become some kind of boring depressing crazy-lady-ramblings repository.

Ahhhh, dreams.

Reason why the phone ringing at 4:15 am is a good thing

Waking up to find that Rob and I have been holding hands in our sleep. Awwwww

Reason why the phone ringing at 4:15 am is a bad thing

It took me a second to detach myself from our sweet and cute hand-holding, plus I’m just generally slow when I first wake up, so by the time I got to the phone it had stopped ringing. And it was a blocked caller. Thus I couldn’t star-six-nine it. Therefore it began freaking me out that it was my mother calling from the hospital or something (by the way my dad had to go back to the hospital a few days ago but was out again just 9 hours later, and he’s getting better and better I talked to him on the phone last night and he had been outside walking up and down the driveway and he’s fine he’s fine I know it wasn’t my mom calling because if it had been she’d be calling back 19 times in a row until I woke up and answered the phone, that’s just her way) and now it’s 5:39 am and I’m WIDE AWAKE and there’s nothing to DO and Rob won’t “wake up to hang out with me” (I actually prodded him a couple of times– “Hey Rob. Rob!” “Huh? Whaa?” “Rob, wake up!” “What is it, sweetie?” “Whatcha doing? Are you bored?” “Woman! Let me sleep!”) because he has to “work in the morning”. What kind of man am I going to marry?

I was thinking of going out and getting some exercise but it’s a well-documented fact that we live In The Ghetto and the crackheads are probably out right now.

See, now? Comments weren’t working. FOR A WHOLE NIGHT! AND A DAY ALMOST!

If you had anything to say, you can uhm, repeat it if you wanna

You don’t like my songs? WELL SCREW YOU!

Okay just kidding. Good morning, everyone. It’s Thursday morning. 10:15 am. Everyone in the house is still sleeping, aside from me. Even Judd and Emilio have decided to take a little nap. That means that I? Get to do whatever I want right now.

Apparently right now whatever I want is wearing very weird MC-Hammer-like pants and blogging about absolutelynothing.

I don’t like trackback spam. I really don’t.

How come my legs always hurt during my period? Not that I’m having my period right now, just that it’s coming soon, and along with it will come the horrible leg cramping, and my legs will be sore, and I don’t like that at all.

Later today I will be making soup. POTATO soup. I’m from PEI damnit! It’s my DUTY!!!
Rob finds it funny that whenever we go to the grocery store I make sure that the potatoes we buy are from PEI and not from, say, New Brunswick. Even if the New Brunswick potatoes are cheaper. Yeah, well they’re cheaper because they’re NO GOOD, that’s what I say.

Also. We’re trying to save money, right? So what did I do yesterday in order to save money? BOUGHT A MAGAZINE about how to save money. Uhm. Is that irony? I’m not sure. Need a little help here. Anyone? Anyone? Alanis?

Hmm. I should probably try putting the Christmas decorations away.

(not that they’re UP anymore, just that they’re in a box in a corner and need to go down to the storage locker and it’s FAAAAAAAAR away and I’m in the MC Hammer Pants and everything…)

Then again, maybe I won’t.

ALSO what the hell? Rob updated something about the site and now my paragraphs aren’t breaking. Fuck you, paragraphs not breaking! When that boy wakes up he is going to be GETTING IT! and not in the NICE WAY THAT HE LIKES!