So your poking the flower girl, eh?

I just got rehired at Sobeys' floral department today. I'm excited that I will be able to afford things again.

Sir Baron is driving me nuts today

Baron, my big and beautiful orange tabby won't stop flushing the toilet and eating all the q-tips.


This is a picture of the furry culprit.

I love Karma

So today at work, my old bully from high school walks in the door, he doesn't recognize me with my bright blue hair and because I lost about 30 pounds since high school. I look at him and looks like he's been sucking on the ol'beer bottle for his stomach was protruding from his pants and he was apparently looking for a job, I laugh to myself quietly. This kid used to make fun of my name, stole from me, said I was fat,made fun of my illness and found every little open wound that was on me and salted them basically. I would fake sick to not go to school, not to be called a "freak" or a "poser", or a "dyke(?)" He tainted my childhood and stole every bit of self-confidence away from me. He made me afraid to just be me.

Trying to maintain my professionalism, I remained silent and didn't look at him though the blood throbbing through my veins was my body's way of telling me
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Scream in his face!
Bite his shins!
Tell him to get out of your face and you never wanted to see him ugly face EVER AGAIN!


BUT, I didn`t

I simply just told my boss flat out that he used to bully me in high school. My boss takes the resume that he dropped off and puts it right through the shredder

I don`t want any bullies here

FUCK YES. That made my day!

What the hell?

Ok so last week (on my birthday) James, my friend Marc, and I went to dinner. After we had ordered our food, my boyfriend (James) receives a call from New York. "Who the hell is calling me from New York?!" he says, so he picks up the phone and out of nowhere
"YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKING GINGER!!!"
"GINGERS HAVE NO SOULS!!"
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU GINGER!"

Whoa, wtf just happened?
What bothers us the most about this is that we don't know who called him. My blood was boiling. He didn't deserve that.
Yes, James has red hair. So what. Just because South Park made a show about red heads being "day walkers" doesn't give people the right to be fucking assholes. South Park makes fun of EVERYBODY. Not just red heads, goths, emos, and hicks but they also make fun of colored people. Does that give me the right to yell the "N" word everytime I walk by a black person? HELL NO.

So what the fuck is the problem? Is society so dim-witted that their only source of entertainment is to consistently point out and laugh at people's differences? I know we've been over this subject before... but shit isn't changing.

So I'm working today and I get a message from James. He says he knows who did it-his own damn friend!!! Well, they ain't friends anymore that's for sure!
More to come... If I feel like using precious pieces of cyberspace to waste on this fucking ass-hat.

As you know

A day before my birthday I lost my wallet. At first, I didn`t panic, I was sure I would find it at home, under my bed or in my library, but I was wrong. I didn`t know what to think. I just sat on my floor and cried. I wanted to go and party with my friends and I needed my identification which was in my wallet that was indeed lost. My birth certificate, my VISA, my SIN card (what you need to apply for work), my Ontario Health Card, and my bank card. Luckily, I rarely carry money. So I spent my birthday first of all calling the government and the banks but also surrounded by amazing people, ate amazing food, and saw and amazing movie which made me feel much happier. Then came an amazing Saturday spent with my awesome bud on the DVP (lol!) and in the Science Centre looking at plastinated dead people (Body Worlds and the Story of the Heart). But my wallet was gone and the panic had settled into sheer anger. I wanted the person who stole my wallet to be hit by a car and doused in gasoline (oh I was mad!!!). After a week of tearful regret and anger I went to work expecting the least. I told an associate of mine how disappointing my weekend was because of the lack of my wallet and she jumped up and said `I know where it is!!! It`s in this inconspicuous drawer in the Customer Service pit!`
I found my wallet.
Holy sweet fucking Jesus.
I found my wallet.
It was there in all its Tim Burton beauty...

I am the spaz of the century.

So Today I made a Blog

And I am very sorry to tell you but I absolutely nothing interesting to tell you... I am an interesting one ;)

But anyways, zombies FTW.

(Me at the Toronto Zombie Walk)