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I shouldn't be cleaning gunshot wounds in the face of a 17 year old boy.

Naughty....

I've been searching for this damn song all day... trying to find a way to get it on my ipod cause I can't get it out of my head... and lo and behold... the damn girl is from Vancouver... for the love of jebus. Finally found a copy of it on the L word Season 3 Soundtrack which is where (duh?!) I first heard it.





Makes me want to dance up on the old man. Unfortunately he's at the new apartment workin' his ass off painting over the god awful peach crap that the dickhead painter put up before. Gross. He's put in about 24 hours in the last 2 days.... lots of work to be done before we move in... Wednesday. It's coming up really soon and guess who starts work tomorrow... me. Sweet. But despite being tight on cash we've got some sweeeet stuff to deck out our pad. It's going to be so nice to have a place to live in that we actually enjoy being in, that's clean and comfortable. No ants, weird bugs, mold, consistently dirty floors... AND how amazing will it be to have an address for more than a year... eh? EH???? I don't think I've had the same address for 2 years in a row since I left 327 Cyr... That works out to moving 6 times in the last 3 years. Can you say....B-A-L-L A-C-H-E?

Now all I have to do is keep my fingers crossed he'll still love me in two years. (Jokes hun... jokes). Despite finding my cellphone in the washing machine yesterday... I'm happy as a clam.

falling in line

Had a good day today. Went on a mission to New West, Main St and Downtown. Sifting through antiques and old tables and dusty books and wobbly chairs. Keys and old cameras, artillery and canvas. Bookshelves and shotgun boxes. Looking for pieces to put in our home. The old man and I signed a lease today. Bought a set of pots and pans today too. Settling into Domesticity; another dimension that I thought I would never see... but it's kinda nice. I've got a good teammate.