Revival of the fittest

It has officially been like 8 years since I have posted on my blog! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Matt is gone. Roommates are gone. I am all alone and I need to start this shit up again! SO!

First of all, I would like to point out that the sweet clutch purse is NOT yellow and blue. It is in fact copper. After bringing it out to The Ceeps on Saturday, I discovered from talking to Megan and Natalie that its appearance on the website made it look even worse than it actually is.

I promise I would never have a hideous yellow-blue wrist purse.

Even if they ARE sweet.

Today, an old man at work TALKED TO MY BOOBS. I mean, he was sitting and I was standing so they were at his eye level, but STILL. It's not like they'll talk back. Though if they did, that would be the creepiest thing alive. . .

Now, just as proof as to how much I hate cleaning my room, I would like to point out that I STILL HAVEN'T DONE ALL MY LAUNDRY OR FINISHED UNPACKING. Man that is sad. I need to hire a housekeeper. Tony Danza should do. But I will ALWAYS be the boss.

Unless Mona moves in with me.

Reincarnation of the blog calls for a new end, picture of the day:

I rule hardcore.

Tripod question: Cronies/Goons/Lackies? All friends of Richard B!

I am awesome. I have my pictures online. And I have a special little linky thing on the side of my blog. And I put it in myself even though I'm an idiot. GENIO.

So after watching all of Season One of 24 (Stephen I need to return that to you), Matthew and I are on to Season Two. NOW DON'T RUIN ANYTHING - we've only watched the first hour. BUT I AM ALREADY LOVIN' IT LIKE MCDONALD'S MCNUGGETS. Or maybe more. . .

Anyway last night I fell asleep for the last like 20 minutes while Matt watched the end, and this morning he said "at the end of the episode, I was like 'YESSSSS!'". And I replied "Why, did Mason and Jack shave off their beards?" AND I TOTALLY CALLED IT. Well, Mason didn't, but Jackie boy did.

Wow, is my life really so boring that I just told you a story about me guessing that a fictional tv character shaved off his beard at the end of an episode of the show that was like 4 years ago? Oh MAN, IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK that's it, tonight I must get super trashed and take lots of pictures to put up on my FLICKR ACCOUNT! I AM AN INTERNET NERD! I need to do something crazy.

I'll let you know what happens.

Thing I want to do before I die: Sing some more songs for Matty, I know he wants me to so I think I can spew some out.

"Let's take a trip to Canada". . .YOU MEAN GO HOME, JACK

I love my new room. It is messy still - I don't know where the hell to put all my crap - but it RULES and is 5 005 068 234 679 times warmer than my room downstairs which was basically like sleeping outside, except more expensive and with more bugs.

The best part is I GET SO MUCH MORE LAUNDRY DONE. It dries super fast and I have so much room to hang it up now because I have a closet. KA-CHING!

I HATE SHOE SHOPPING. You would think being a woman I would love shoe shopping, but the problem is my retarded feet (not Caitlin-bunion-foot retarded, more like I-inherited-skinny-heels-from-Dad retarded. Skinny heels and monkey arms.). THEY DON'T FIT INTO ANYTHING. In some shoes a 9 was wayyyyyyy too small and in some I was swimming in an 8.5. I needed new work shoes BADLY, as I am currently wearing falling-apart boots I got for my Lara Croft Halloween costume (circa 2004). Check out the size 8s baby:



A little big for my retarded heels but I can deal (and hopefully find inserts somewhere).

Speaking of Monkey Arms Dad, once my Grandma was buying my dad dress shirts for Christmas and asked what his measurements were. My mom said 16" NECK but Grandma thought she said 16" ARMS. PICTURE THAT FOLKS. If only I had a picture to doctor.

On a rando sidenote MY WORK IS PUTTING A PICTURE AND PROFILE OF ME ON THEIR WEBSITE. IT WILL BE EMBARRASSING. I wish I had some sort of evil computer whiz skills. Skills are always popular with the ladies (Numchuck skills, bowhunting skills. . .).

Saturday Andrea and I met up with Simpson and some other men (Peters, Hallsey) at Molly's, which of course ruled because we awesomely got in even though there was a hooge line. I love the VIP skills. The point of this is, I got a purse from my Aunt/Uncle/Cousins for my birthday (which is August 6th but due to not seeing the fam often I got it over Christmas), and it RULES. The main reason being IT HAS A WRIST STRAP.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have decided the wrist strap is the greatest drunk prevention invention since the key-lanyard. I can fling that thing around and it just stays attached. PLUS it has magnet closure, so it is impossible for it to stay open, in case I am too retarded to do up a zipper. Enh? ENH??

THE ISSUE IS: Matthew Anthony Harland Simpson (if you type that into Google my blog comes up, isn't that hot?) thinks that it is - direct quote here - "ugmo". I need judgement peeps, you tell me what you think:


Thing I want to do before I die: Get even MORE wrist strap purses.

Sketch is a moron times 783.5

So Sketch has decided to finally do crap on our house. The problem with this is the crap he is doing is retarded. He put plastery goo all over the walls and sanded it and I couldn't stop inhaling the powdery badness. Therefore, I am currently living in msimpso4's house.

WHY ARE SKETCH'S CRONIES SO CREEPY? It is like a magically made story, it just fits so perfectly.

OH! I have a picture of a dress that looks like the bridesmaid dresses for the wedding of Geoffatalie, except in a different colour:

YAYYYYYY! So awesome. I am excited.

MAN so much you need to be UPDATED on. Christmas was hot. We had a card party, that was hot. New years' was awesome as you can see here and also here. Brian's underpants ended up in a tree, Geoff barfed and Natalie and I watched Hotel Erotica, could the night get any hilariousier? I think not.

Also I know it's like a million years later but here are a couple of hot birthday pictures.

Yes, I know they are both pictures of me and Matt but it's because I didn't send any other ones to my e-mail, so SHUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAHP.

Election #2

Paul Martin looks like a ham. You know that commercial where they have the pictures of all the food next to the people? They need to trade that fat black lady for Paul.

Election #1

Recently Matthew and I have been discussing not politics - but the politicians. And not just the POLITICIANS. . .the way the politicians LOOK.

We have decided the prospective prime ministers (as well as the current one) all look like something else. Except Gilles, I haven't decided what he is yet, so I'll have to pick that one last.

Due to this discussion, I have decided that I must post the pictures so you can see the likenesses. Likeness number one: JACKIE BOY.

Jack Layton definitely looks like Merlin from the Sword in the Stone - when he changes into the squirrel. Unfortunately I could only find a tiny picture but it is worth it still.