December 2005


General27 Dec 2005 04:17 pm

I am intimidated by every single girl on myspace.com. How could so many funky, punky, creative, funny girls be on one website, waiting to steal my boyfriend away from me before I even realized it?

General23 Dec 2005 01:41 am

I remember going to a Piggly Wiggly when I was in Louisiana 6 or so years ago (shit!), and loving it because

a) it sold liquor. ONE STOP SHOPPING!

b) self checkouts. NO EMBARASSING QUESTIONS ABOUT WHY YOU’RE ONLY BUYING LIQUOR!

c) it was 24 hours. NO MORE ANNOYING MIDNIGHT BOOZE RUN OUTS

 Anyhow, from that moment on, I was obsessed with 24 hour stores. We don’t have many in Edmonton, in fact, there are only convenience stores, adult video shops and select Shoppers Drug Marts (over priced! bad signage!) open in the city. (strange to note: Source, the adult video store, is closed on Christmas Day, but Blockbuster is not. Weird, huh? Also, Blockbuster censors their videos and seems to really like being right wing. Doesn’t that mean they should be closed?)

 Anyhow, when in Montana earlier in the fall, my crew of vagabonds found ourselves in Helena, arriving at 2am with no places open for food. Not even a friggin Dennys! So we went to the Wal*Mart Supercentre and shopped there. It’s so weird to be in a full size grocery store inside a Wal*Mart. Also, they sell lobsters. And rotten produce. It’s kind of sad. And there is a 75 year old greeter. Super centre? Super creepy.

So when I found out that the Wal*Mart near my house (who used to be a tenant of a mall by my house, but when they moved, they killed the mall) was open 24 hours until Christmas, we of course had to go. There were lots of army wives buying robot toys and we were doing okay, but the longer we spent there, the stronger the draw was to buy things. What else can you do at 1am in a Wal*Mart, honestly? But we made it out alive, only making one purchase that totalled $1.07, including tax.

 But people were acting like the world was ending. And the lines were huge. SCARY.

 

General16 Dec 2005 09:25 am

Today, looking for an old address in one of my rarely used email accounts, I found a new email amongst all the spam entitled “Hey you”. Now, it could have very easily been one of those SMS spam emails from one of my contacts trying to get me to join a site, but it was not. It was from “Future Me”.

It read as follows:

(this message was composed on Tue, Oct 21, 2003)

Dear FutureMe,
Do you even have this email account anymore? I guess Microsoft is always a certainty in
our lives. Like a leading beacon.

So, where are you now? Asia? Canada? Knocked up? Dead? How you doing? I miss you sometimes.

Okay.
All the time.

Write back soon. And remember this: i’ll always love you, even if I say I don’t at a certain moment in time.

I don’t know why I am so creeped out by messages I composed to myself to read from two years ago, but I am. I’m also glad to report I am neither knocked up NOR dead. You guys should do it to yourselves. It’s a lot of fun!

General13 Dec 2005 12:25 am

So, as you can see I’m makeovering (is that even a word?) the blog, too. Excuse the mess and the gawd awful color combos for a while. Changing to having a header picture back is a nice return to the past though, me thinks.

Anyhow, some links will be down and the pages may act a bit funny. Hopefully I can rid of all the effin’ spam I’ve been getting lately, too.

General09 Dec 2005 06:43 pm

I’m turning 26 soon, and decided to rebel like a 16 year old, I guess. How long will the new look last?

BEFORE

AFTER

General02 Dec 2005 11:27 pm

My mom is pretty much the best mom ever.