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I used to shag a boy who, when feeling grumpy and cross in the mornings, would deliberately mismatch his socks in order to give himself a secret thrill.  I found this cute, albeit odd.  I’m one of those people who buy socks in bulk (short black socks – I’m hardly a tube sock kind of girl).  This way, pairing socks after they’ve been washed takes no time, plus, you don’t need to think in the mornings.  For Hallowe’en I went as Pippi Longstockings and bought two pairs of socks that are not black.  Plus, they’re different sizes.  I know this is a thrilling blog entry, but it was a strange moment for me.  So I have a pair of stripy coloured socks that for some reason remind me of K'vitsh and a pair of knee high ankle socks that are impossibly cute.


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I have finished the layout for fait accomplit and need to let everyone know is in and which of their pieces were accepted.  From there, take it to the printers, pick it up and release the sucker… It’s neat to do – having the finished product in your hands, something you’ve created is such a cool feeling. 


 


I had a minor freak out this weekend about how busy I am going to be this month.  There is so much to do – and I can’t see where I can easily drop something.  I work three jobs, sit on two councils, edit fait accomplit and work out.  That on its own seems enough, and then you throw in the thesis.  And the problem is that the first thing to be ignored is the thesis.  Although I did skip kick boxing today so that I could finish an abstract for a conference I want to go to.


 


And on that note… back to work.  I need to get Dinwoodie’s schedule out, prep for tomorrow and deal with my health care.
1.11.05 04:34


too picky

S and I eat often at a couple of restaurants.  For the record, it’s the Highlevel Diner and Dadeo’s that make my mouth water. Despite the consistently good food and awesome service, we both feel as though we should try new restaurants every once in a while.  And each time, almost without fail, it’s a debacle.  P and I get great service at the Blue Plate, but when I’m there with S, no go even though, well, he tips more.  Today S and I tried an Italian restaurant on ffice:smarttags" />Whyte Ave.  Now, we were there right after yoga, so we were both pretty calm and understanding.  But they sat us at a dirty table – we were the only people in the back of the restaurant – and then no one came by.  No water, no ‘be right with you’, no nothing.  So after three songs and seeing the waitress nearby (it’s like she was trained to not make eye contact) we got up to leave, at which point she was right at our table.  I don’t get it – we were both nicely dressed, we weren’t sweaty or loud or anything that when I was waitressing would make me want to avoid a table.  At any rate, we went back to the HLD and had a lovely meal. 


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S has vowed to never try another restaurant again.  I find his extremism kind of cute lately.
2.11.05 01:54


She took off her panties and made love

Which doesn’t have anything to do with the subject of this blog, or at least not what you think it does, you dirty bird.

K'vitsh and I are grand old friends with a wonderful relationship that is built on a strong foundation of annoying the living shit out of each other, when we aren’t busy making the other person laugh or be appalled. It’s appalling each other that we excel at. K'vitsh doesn’t like the words “panties” or “make love” while I have serious issues surrounding photography. I don’t like having my picture taken. But that’s for another blog entry, or may have already been one, whatever. K'vitsh and I have had a series of conversations about taking people’s pictures without their permission. I think it is reprehensible, and an invasion of their privacy/personal space. She thinks it’s art. Canada has recently brought in peeping tom laws that will send the snapper to jail - now mostly this is for people taking camera phones into change rooms and making the most of them. She was mentioning that over Christmas she will have access to a number of abandoned photographs and asked if it would be wrong to post them on the internet. My response was a horrified “yes it would be wrong” and I admit I may have gone overboard in my tone making it sound as though she had just asked if it would be okay to cook and eat my cat.

What do you all think? Is it wrong to take someone’s picture without their knowing - and I don’t mean the locker room ones, I mean the walking down the street type. And is it wrong to post these shots on the net?
3.11.05 03:57


how to charm the pants right off of me

I was in a merpy mood today. S gets very concerned when this happens and worries a lot. He just came home - he has class and then goes straight to work on Wednesday nights - even though he will now be extra late so he could drop off a book he bought me to cheer me up. The rest of the night will be spent with The girl with the golden bouffant - an original Jane Bond parody.
3.11.05 04:34


K'vitsh, you may as well just skip this one

The vet thinks that Bella Sook is between 10 and 12 months old – so she surely remembers snow.  And if she was truly a stray for most of her life, then there is reason to believe that she remembers the cold and misery of an ffice:smarttags" />Edmonton winter.  Now, considering her uber cuteness, I have trouble believing she was more than two months without a home.  But it started to snow tonight and ever since she’s been at the window.  That is, until one of us walks by when all of a sudden she’s between our feet meerping and purring and looking up with that expression of “don’t send me back out there – I’m too cute to go.”  Not that its even an option.  I can hear S talking to her in soft tones as they do the laundry together.  He makes certain she is comfortable before he goes to bed.  He laments the fact that she won’t snuggle on the sofa. 


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She, meanwhile, has realized that she is flexible enough to stand in one place and twist her spine 180 degrees to better get into places she shouldn’t.  We watched – and took pictures ‘cause it was so bizarre – her climb up the shelves in my closet this way. 


 


And while she won’t sit with us on the sofa, she will crawl underneath it and sit right below us.  And then climb up the back when she’s ready to see what we’re doing. 


 


On Tuesday she’s going in to be fixed.  S asked what that would entail, and I told him.  For a man who wasn’t squeamish about getting snipped himself, the fact that someone is going to cut into the kitten was almost too much.
5.11.05 01:55


What a damn long couple of days.

I spent Friday doing the last of the work I'm responsible for, for fait accomplit.  Letting people know if they are in or out, begging for money, fun stuff like that.  The release party will be on the 18th between 7 and 9 at Dewey's on the U of A campus.  If you like though, you can buy one without even coming to the party - Nancy and Helly*, I'm looking at you as I type this, as K'vitsh is on the cover.  I worked the ninja death squad Friday and Saturday, went coat shopping with Heather which was depressing - nothing fits properly, except for all the puffy jackets that I loathe.  And then today, in the middle of a phone call with my Mother, I realized that P is celebrating Deewali and I'm working for her this weekend.  So after a quick and brutal workout with Jim and S, it was back home to work with the ninjas till we broke for supper - I'm working at the library tonight, and then have to go home to finish up with the ninjas. 


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I'm actually writing this from the library - a boy came up (and when I say boy I mean man studying to be a doctor) who couldn't find the QS section.  I made sure he was looking for something in this library, took him down to the Q section and demonstrated in a surprisingly non-snarky way how QS follows QR.  He was impressed.  I vowed never to see a doctor again.


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


*And you should be proud, you naughty, naughty girl.
7.11.05 01:35


I'm thinking of going blonde.  Any comments?
7.11.05 01:36


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