It's like 10 000 spoons, when all you need is a knife...

-It's meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his BEAUTIFUL wife...

Isn't it ironic?

That guy (b) just so happened to park his bike near the Laugh Resort tonight? And after those numerous 'let's have a session' phone calls last night, we were back down to 'square one'?

As shocked as I was, I kept my cool. He was looking so good. I refrained from the sexual inuendoes and flirted my way through with 'we're just friends' conversation... I could tell he was a little hurt by me not picking up the phone, or returning his calls... could he tell that I wasn't interested? Heck, I probably couldn't even tell if I was. I'm such a god damn attention-wanter when it comes to boys like guy (b). I thought all of this was over... but no, he's found my hide-out, I'm still prey and should I feel bad for still thinking he's attractive? No. I'll always think that. I just have to control myself and never call this guy- but folks, it's driving me wild.

Work was alright. I was so bored today and couldn't spend any money ... so I basically slept. Funny... now I'm still tired. I think I've gotten into the habit of napping like a mo'fo. This could be a bad thing. I'll finally be getting a set at the LR pretty soon, mind you my lazy ass hasn't ever called...but after working there, you'd think it'd be only logic. I saw Jay Malone perform for the first time tonight, things are going to be happening big for this kid. Look out for him. The crowd was also graced with the presence of Fraser Young- always a DEElight. He made up a funny word tonight- the sentence was... "I pedestriated over to the place..." I'ma start using that I think.

During my washroom 'break', I thought up some new material... I always use the handicap stall in the women's washroom, but the other day- my friend told me I should use a regular one, out of respect... just incase. Incase what? A lady in a wheelchair happens to be in line waiting to urinate?? NEVER, in my entire existance, have I encountered a fat, yeah let's make her fat... a fat lady in a wheelchair waiting in line to pee. Is it just me? Don't they have one of those porty potty things attached to those things anyways?...

hehe needs elaboration- but it could work.

I've also got the telephone rant that I want to explore with, especially with the mic. Don't you hate it when your friend tells you to wait because they're going to the washroom, BUT they're taking you with them? And WHY is it that they ALWAYS have to verbalize what's 'happening'... you, you hear that? I'm PEEING, sorry, don't mind me. (giggle) And then they sort of block of the microphone of the phone and STILL say it. You might not be able to hear the actions, but it's CLEAR because they've stated where they were going in the first place. Or the friends that say 'hold on a sec.... MAAARRKK, PHONES FOR YOU!!!!!!" These people don't know when to block the speaker when they need to.

Woah, sorry about that. I didn't really want to go all into it. There's more where that came from tbough ;-).

I wrote a song during work tonight, it's kind of cheesy... I still need to touch it up a bit and then maybe I'll post it up on here- it's entitled "In My Shoes". I was singing the lyrics out loud at one point and got a little emotional (stoopid pms) and started to get watery eyes... Oh god there was this one guy tonight I wanted to hit. Well... at least pinch. I was all shouting my speach " Great show tonight folks, come check it out...Fraser Young, ya da ya da ya da..." And this idiot yells out- "I'm funnier than that guy". I just wanted to be like "YEAH? ... we..well... YOU'RE not at the Laugh Resort, now are you?"- but I didn't, simply because that comment is semi-gay and I wouldn't have seemed cool. BUT, I did give him a major look. LOOKS KILL PEOPLE.

hehe ATTACK OF THE LOOKS. Coming soon to theatre- fucking eyes all over the place and shiiiiit. WOah. I'm on crack. Goodnight.

Come visit me tomorrow in the Kensington where I'll be selling myself (and earrings) while I write a moderation parody to some Julie Andrews tunes. No joke.