Friday, March 07, 2008
I Wanna Be In The Cavalry
CORB LUND IS TONIGHT WOOOOOOOOO! He is the best Canadian country artist, methinks. Or at least the one I like best.
This week has been exciting; Matt dumped me for some good reasons and for some reasons I hadn't considered problematic, viz."values". At the moment I am a person comfortable with her values. After all, not being a committed Catholic does leave me more time for my sideline job selling meth outside the elementary school.* I am also rather enjoying the inferno of righteous indignation consuming my various internal organs, and the extension of my emotional repertoire to include such favourites as "embitterment" and "shrewishness". This is odd because I thought that if he left me I would be extremely sad instead of extremely pissed-off and judgmental. Work has been good this week, though I will confess I spent a certain amount of time spent trading messages with the Uppity Wimmins Solidarity Network regarding the foregoing events.
This latest in my series of breakups was preceded by a thoroughly awesome weekend at Mont-Tremblant, shredding the slopes with fifty per cent of the interns. There was some ice but it was not as bad as all the horror stories Mum has told me of rocks and trees bursting forth from the snow to smite the base of one's board into splinters. Nevertheless, the helmetless among the group were dubbed Team Concussion. Though we had planned on rocking it Saturday night, we settled for a soak in the hot tub, a few glasses of wine, and bed by 12:30. It's a long way to the top if you're too tired to rock'n'roll. In other intern activities, Khallad and his roommate Bahe revealed themselves as total pool sharks on Thursday, to the amazement of all.
Roda de capoeira this weekend! Let the destruction of my knees, feet, and pride begin. My blisters-on-blisters are looking forward to acquiring their own blisters. Grandblisters, if you will. If you are all very good to me I will refrain from posting photos of these horrors of podiatry.
*Note to law enforcement officials: I have never sold controlled substances outside any educational institution.
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5 comments:
*hugs* I have to just say...I love you Jessica :D AND reading your blog makes me happier than doing more productive things.
Also, I'm taking a gross course on disease and I LOVE it....reading your threat to post blister pictures I found intriguing as it appealed to my morbid side lol.
Oh! And I lied to you the other day at dinner....the disease that has a parasitic worm burst out of your ankle ISN'T Schistosomiasis, its Dracunculiasis. Whoops. Found that out this week when I got my test back and discovered I'd mixed them up :D With Schistosomiasis, you just void the eggs out in excrement....so its actually far less exciting.
Wow people are going to think I am a freak now, but hopefully you are entertained :D
Hope you have fun at the concert tonight :D Talk to you sometime :D
Mike is a moron. I saw this without having met the boy but feeling secure in my judgment. You are one of the most fabulous babes I know, with rocking values and a beautifully disturbing sense of humour. I wouldn't trade your friendship for anything in the world. I say good riddance to him - one less person I have to share you with :)
Also blisters on blisters was always one of my favourite things. It blew me away that that was even physically possible. I salute your strong feet!
Hmm, spelling is not my forte. That second sentence should read "I say this without having met..."
*sigh* Mike is Matt and he's misunderstood.
Mike, Matt, potato, pohtahto. In general, all of the men I meet with either name have ended up disappointing me or hurting one of my girlfriends. It all becomes vaguely interchangeable in my head.
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