one, don't gently inform me i am in dire need of getting my eyebrows shaped, i am aware how hairy my forehead is, thank you very much, and even if you are going to be that shallow, especially don't start the conversation with "i think you have really beautiful eyebrows", when you obviously think anything but.
two, yuppiecoffeeplace called. i might soon be working at the extremelyconvenientlocation, the one dom and i always go to, but we have a problem. it's also the same location the guy-who-has-a-crush-on-me works at. he's always flirty-mcflirtflirt, in front of dom no less.. it's like he thinks dom and i are siblings or something (we could be, seeing as we both have large noses, long eyelashes, and are of the same race... oh no wait..) at first, i thought him upping my tall soy chai to a grande for free was merely in the spirit of xmas (he wished us a happy boxing day too), but then last week, he had to be all gay and ask me if i wanted a no-water chai, seeing as it was a little "secret" only insiders knew (wanker alert) and also because he had a "plethora of chai" (wanker alert!!) why in the why did i apply there?
thirdly, george stroumboulopoulos, the last remaining good VJ muchmusic could ever hope to hire... he now has his own show, called THE HOUR, on cbc. it's actually pretty good. i love that boy. so cute.
fourthly, i seem to have a knack for finding the coolest people on the bus. we actually have a napoleon dynamite living in canada, only he's like in his late fifties, got grey curly hair, wears a blue toque, a big gigantic blue coat, and those jeans middle-aged people buy from walmart. but the face is exactly the same. i wanted to take a picture, but i thought it'd be a little rude. he read his book while standing the entire bus trip, and scratched at his curly silver chest hairs, which was kinda gross. then on the 176, there was this mentally challenged guy who kept saying "176!" and giggling madly, and he decided to sit next to me. i was this close to actually having a conversation with him, but i never know what to say to strangers, so i just nodded. i was this close to asking him about sarah slean (he had some advertisement in his hand about her concert), but then he took out this crudely ripped magazine picture of some model, scantily clad in a bra and jeans, and proceeded to lick the paper. i decided to look out the window instead.
lastly, what with my upcoming midterms and piles of shit being thrown in every direction, i have decided to take a break from the blogosphere and get some more sleep. i'm hoping this won't ruin anyone, and i doubt it will, seeing as i get less than twenty hits a day - that's what you get for caring about blog hits, kiddo. right. with that being said, i must say cheerio for now, and we'll see you in a bit - in a hopefully warmer and less windchilly february.
xoxo
x to the k to the i to the dido!
