8.29.2004
People have found my web site by typing
claudette halifax&ei (who would do that?)
fingering girl picture
condoms human excrement
saran wrap mummification
8:30 PM
8.28.2004
These are my statcounter results after 2 days. Fascinating. Hello.
Halifax Nova Scotia Canada
Dubai Dubai United Arab Emirates
Toronto Ontario Canada
Saint John New Brunswick Canada
Burlington Vermont United States
Chicago, Illinois, United States
Hamilton Ontario Canada
Billerica Massachusetts United States
Ottawa Ontario Canada
Seoul Kyonggi-do Korea, Republic Of
Milford Nova Scotia Canada
United Arab Emirates? I have always wanted to go. Also, Seoul. Tasha, is that you?! Cause your email address bounced bacK a while ago. I haven't talKed to you in months and I would liKe to!!!! Umm, that's it. It's 32 degrees here.
1:15 PM
8.24.2004
I woke up with a wicked ass headache today. I couldn't get the top off the new advil bottle, fucking child-proof click click click shit.
So I sawed it off with a butcher knife.
1:50 PM
8.19.2004
I went to see The Hold last night at a cafe. All the kids stood around watching in awe. It was great. I heard lots of compliments from the audience. "That was a tasty set." The bartender told Crystal and I to market our skin cause we're so old but we look like we're not. He asked us if we use Oil of Olay. I said. "No, I use water. I should sell water. Oh wait. Somebody already thought of that." On the way to Kensington Market with Shannen and his friend I tripped on a piece of steel because I was looking at the sky. I skinned the knee I already skinned. So it's double skinned. It bled. It's ugly and now there's cat fur stuck in the dried up blood section. I also did something awful with my right thumb.
Things I can't do with my right thumb/hand anymore that I miss.
Lock the door, take egg shell off hard boiled egg, put elastic in hair, use the space bar, light a lighter (OUCH!!!!), do up buttons, wipe myself, write, wave hello, jerk someone off, apply black eyeliner, open stuff, shift through purse.
I think it's badly sprained. It's the section between the base of the thumb and my wrist. I'm going to first aid. Security knows how to wrap. I just wish someone would clean up my knee wound. I wish Philip was here. He'd do it.
11:23 AM
8.18.2004
There's the blue ones, the striped ones the purple ones, orange and polka dot elevators. No wonder I have vertigo there's too many numbers on the plaques, E desks D desks, arrows. All I want is my money. orange elevators turn right then left through the doors turn right at the end of ten hallways lays your money in a skinny girl's hands. What if I take the green ones by mistake?
4:47 PM
It’s the low impact grooves
the dips, chucking bean slips at the cubicle,
so what if I miss the garbage. I don’t like your
carpet . I’m no corporate.
I roll my eyes. I never fit in
All that clapping and all the fucking
back slapping. I have an ache
in my heart and it nest in
my head.
3:19 PM
Oh fuck I am hungry and running behind.
This morning I grabbed a cob of corn,
a green pepper and raw beans from the fridge
and shoved them into a plastic bag.
I'm wearing a shirt I wore to bed two nights ago.
I have $2.25. Enough to get the street car home.
For some reason I thought it would be
smart to wear my black boots. It's summer.
I can't figure it out.
11:20 AM
8.17.2004
I like my collections agent. She wishes me luck. I'm still paying for a VCR I put on credit 5 years ago. Alex and I were bored.
9:12 PM
8.16.2004
Does anyone ever use msn anymore? I have signed up mainly so I can keep in contact with ma sista in Scotland and flirt. It's funny that I'm doing this years later, but I'm technically retarded. In fact, I just almost threw a digital camera across the room. I am quick to anger. I even get little tears of red-hot rage in my eyes. Like a child. I still don't know how to post pictures on this web site. Other people do it for me. Just like other people roll my joints. Although I can roll a joint. I just tell people I can't.
claudeygerm@hotmail.com
8:31 PM
I'm waiting for EI to get their shit on. This is ummm, just stuff.
3:44 PM
My Weekend:
Thursday Night: I got tipsy cause Shawn was in town and Tamara and I went to meet him at a guy’s house we used to hang out with in Halifax and Wolfville like 3 year ago. They knew me as Tweedie’s girlfriend. Simon was there too. I knew Simon when he was only 19. He grew up in China. He’s not Chinese, he’s white. He once chained me to the coffee table and said it looked good on me. He is an actor but his mind is scientific. He explained why records sound better to the human ear than digital. I had no idea it was so poetic. I like science. He also explained biology. His grandfather is like the head of some university in BC.
Friday Night: Uneventful. I was supposed to go to Santa Cruz with an ex-SC gal at Lee’s Palace to see Rob and Ian (ex-Thrush Hermit) and dance it up. I had vertigo and thought I was going to puke every time I looked at the carpet. I stared at Casey’s tree from Mr. Dress-up in the lobby for a while. It’s comforting, except Casey is just a cut-out much like the rest of CBC’s lobby. Full of cut-outs. I would like to know the location of the real Casey.
Saturday Night: Shannen came over and we drank beer on our deck. Then we went to Kensington Market. We biked along Queen Street. It’s a busy street. You gotta be on it. My rule is not to bike while I’m drunk ever since I ran into that parked car. Obviously I always break my own rules.
I said: People told me about these street car tracks. I’ve been warned they’re dangerous. I could lose limbs.
Shannen said: Don’t let anyone tell you something is dangerous Claudette.
I said: Ok Shannen.
Ten minutes later, while I was cocky and all like this ain’t so bad bitch, my tire got stuck in the street car track and I fell flat sideways and skidded across the street. Taxi Driver is yelling “You alright?!” “I’m FINE.” Ah jeez. I got back on my bike. I didn’t even check my wounds. Shannen asked me 4 times if I was alright. My knees are all scrapped up and there’s gravel in them. I like blood. I enjoyed falling. I feel I should have more wounds. It’s not fair.
Sunday: Road Trip. We swam in Lake Simcoe and then barbequed corn. Easy life.
1:30 PM
8.15.2004
Happy Birthday Stacey! You're old now bitch.
I miss you.
8:04 PM
8.14.2004
I'm bored.
Today we went biking in this really beautiful park by the sailing boats. It's too bad about duck do and pollution. I wanted to swim. On the way back I was fascinated with the communal allotment garden. Someone had a picnic table in there. I was on the wrong side of the bike trail cause Tamara was beside me. And just as my wheel kind of went left this dude nearly bikes into the curb trying to avoid me. He looked scrared about the possibility of falling, which he didn't do. He yelled "JESUS! WOMAN!"
Redneck.
6:42 PM
The other day I sat outside drinking beer and reading 'The Hotel New Hampshire' by John Irving. I was at the part where the mother and the father are falling in love and there's a bear, a motorcycle and a Jew with acne scars.
I was on Queen Street West. There's a man who starts running in one spot and doing jumping jacks. He's wearing a golf shirt and a basecall cap where he wrote 'I am Canada' on it in red sharpie. He struts around and starts screaming really loud into his cellphone. He screams latitudes into his cellphone. "109 Degrees South," he belts. People look at him, but mostly when they're past so that means they turn around to look at him. Then he starts whistling "It's a Beautiful World."
I thought it was the greatest show on earth.
11:45 AM
8.13.2004
It's that fear is just as bright as the future. You were just so beautiful. That's what it is. It's that I lose my balance everytime I lean in. What do you do without your balance? Buy flat and predictable shoes. Just to get it back. The balance, I mean. Falling all over your toes. I guess I like the crash. Craving all that white porcelain and the drain and the colors all over it. I guess it's the crash that reminds me. Falling down, getting up. Cause you can't fall halfway. No.
3:20 PM
I want to clarify. It’s not that I’m angry with anyone. I’m not. There’s some dead people and some circumstance. Everyone has dead people. And the truth always gets its own scar, its own blue vein. Who are you supposed to ask? I guess I could make up an answer, but that’s not satisfaction. Accept the question in itself. Do I really need an answer or have I been fooling myself? It’s all about the build-up. This trust. It’s that I get confused about what I should give and to whom. It’s that I was changed and it made it a little harder. That scar. And then the trust, or the absence of it, makes you shut it up, and it’s hard because you know this closing is bad news for tomorrow. It’ll give you vertigo. But that’s what happens when you touch someone else. You’re changed.
2:24 PM
8.08.2004
Tonight I met someone.
There’s this bird. I’m so frustrated I can’t write. I left Halifax with so many questions and whose questions. I had words I needed to say. I didn’t. I have some recent hurt I can’t figure out. I’m tired of being polite to people I used to fuck. Tonight I met someone. I want to write a thousand words about his toes. Smooth. Brown. Pebbles.
This is what I would say to his toes.
--There’s this bird at work that lands on the glass table and likes us.
It’s enough?
12:32 AM
8.06.2004
I'm drunk on red wine and vodka. Two baby raccoons shifted on the fence. Drug deals go down here and the floor was varnished. In about a minute.
12:23 AM
8.04.2004
We live in Leslieville. I love it.There are 10 antique shops, 3 record stores, ummmm, bars and restaurants ummm, and oh this is weird; there's an Ideal Bikes just around the corner. Sweet. It takes me 20 minutes on the street car to get to work and I'm going to start biking. I went biking last night for two hours. My bike is short. And my sister's name is Leslie.
When I got home yesterday after work, there was a note on the door, Tamara had to get the exterminator in again just to be cautious. Oh yeah,the last roommate brought a bunch of bed bugs from a Montreal hostel so basically the house is a mess and it's been fumigated twice and this is the third time, although we haven't seen a bed bug in 2 weeks and no one's been bitten. The last time I talked about bed bugs was at this restaurant with my family last week. I brought them up and then my sister had to go and tell me about this worm that comes out of your bum while you're sleeping and then you eat it again. I thought that was the sickest thing I'd ever heard, but I couldn't stop laughing. And then I choked on my focaccia.
So I went for a walk along the beaches. The Beaches is east of my area and it's got lots of shops and a boardwalk on the water and a big park. I saw people lawn bowling. I really wanted to lawn bowl with them but they were old and I was afraid. I was strolling along Queen Street East tring to find a coffee shop to occupy the time so I wouldn't be poisoned.
And then suddenly I had to poo. Just like that time on the bus. I was frantic. I couldn't just poo anywhere in Toronto. I saw a Starbucks and I ran in and ran to the back where the bathroom is and I pooed. It was great.
The End.
Part Two
Then I went to the counter to buy a tall, half-sweetened iced tea passion with lemon cause I thought I should pay them for letting me use the bathroom. And these two French guys were standing at the counter waiting for their lattes. One of them had a huge mole type wart thing on his eyelid. It was distracting. They kept staring at me and talking in French. Then one of them asked me if I spoke French (in French) and I replied un petit peu like I always do which makes me think I should just learn French again so I don't have to do that anymore. It's humiliating.
Then they talked with themselves and told me I look French. I told them the story about how I was adopted by people from French and how they stuck me in the sun until I was fried up like French sandpaper. Then the guy said my visage was sweet and gestured with his fingers to make a round motion. Except he did it to his visage, not mine.
The End.
3:35 PM
8.03.2004
No time to talk. I live in Toronto now so everything is rush rush rush.
Point form is a way of life.
6:16 PM
People have found my web site by typing
claudette halifax&ei (who would do that?)
fingering girl picture
condoms human excrement
saran wrap mummification
8:30 PM
8.28.2004
These are my statcounter results after 2 days. Fascinating. Hello.
Halifax Nova Scotia Canada
Dubai Dubai United Arab Emirates
Toronto Ontario Canada
Saint John New Brunswick Canada
Burlington Vermont United States
Chicago, Illinois, United States
Hamilton Ontario Canada
Billerica Massachusetts United States
Ottawa Ontario Canada
Seoul Kyonggi-do Korea, Republic Of
Milford Nova Scotia Canada
United Arab Emirates? I have always wanted to go. Also, Seoul. Tasha, is that you?! Cause your email address bounced bacK a while ago. I haven't talKed to you in months and I would liKe to!!!! Umm, that's it. It's 32 degrees here.
1:15 PM
8.24.2004
I woke up with a wicked ass headache today. I couldn't get the top off the new advil bottle, fucking child-proof click click click shit.
So I sawed it off with a butcher knife.
1:50 PM
8.19.2004
I went to see The Hold last night at a cafe. All the kids stood around watching in awe. It was great. I heard lots of compliments from the audience. "That was a tasty set." The bartender told Crystal and I to market our skin cause we're so old but we look like we're not. He asked us if we use Oil of Olay. I said. "No, I use water. I should sell water. Oh wait. Somebody already thought of that." On the way to Kensington Market with Shannen and his friend I tripped on a piece of steel because I was looking at the sky. I skinned the knee I already skinned. So it's double skinned. It bled. It's ugly and now there's cat fur stuck in the dried up blood section. I also did something awful with my right thumb.
Things I can't do with my right thumb/hand anymore that I miss.
Lock the door, take egg shell off hard boiled egg, put elastic in hair, use the space bar, light a lighter (OUCH!!!!), do up buttons, wipe myself, write, wave hello, jerk someone off, apply black eyeliner, open stuff, shift through purse.
I think it's badly sprained. It's the section between the base of the thumb and my wrist. I'm going to first aid. Security knows how to wrap. I just wish someone would clean up my knee wound. I wish Philip was here. He'd do it.
11:23 AM
8.18.2004
There's the blue ones, the striped ones the purple ones, orange and polka dot elevators. No wonder I have vertigo there's too many numbers on the plaques, E desks D desks, arrows. All I want is my money. orange elevators turn right then left through the doors turn right at the end of ten hallways lays your money in a skinny girl's hands. What if I take the green ones by mistake?
4:47 PM
It’s the low impact grooves
the dips, chucking bean slips at the cubicle,
so what if I miss the garbage. I don’t like your
carpet . I’m no corporate.
I roll my eyes. I never fit in
All that clapping and all the fucking
back slapping. I have an ache
in my heart and it nest in
my head.
3:19 PM
Oh fuck I am hungry and running behind.
This morning I grabbed a cob of corn,
a green pepper and raw beans from the fridge
and shoved them into a plastic bag.
I'm wearing a shirt I wore to bed two nights ago.
I have $2.25. Enough to get the street car home.
For some reason I thought it would be
smart to wear my black boots. It's summer.
I can't figure it out.
11:20 AM
8.17.2004
I like my collections agent. She wishes me luck. I'm still paying for a VCR I put on credit 5 years ago. Alex and I were bored.
9:12 PM
8.16.2004
Does anyone ever use msn anymore? I have signed up mainly so I can keep in contact with ma sista in Scotland and flirt. It's funny that I'm doing this years later, but I'm technically retarded. In fact, I just almost threw a digital camera across the room. I am quick to anger. I even get little tears of red-hot rage in my eyes. Like a child. I still don't know how to post pictures on this web site. Other people do it for me. Just like other people roll my joints. Although I can roll a joint. I just tell people I can't.
claudeygerm@hotmail.com
8:31 PM
I'm waiting for EI to get their shit on. This is ummm, just stuff.
- I have a coke nail.
- My nipples go hard every time I do a shot.
- Tequila makes me puke instantly. I once ran up to a girl I knew in high school and puked on her sneakers then ran away. Classic.
- I lost control of my bike when I was 6 years old in the trailor park on Snake Hill, the pedals were going too fast for me to get my feet back on and I nearly splatted on the roof of a trailor of a cliff. A rock stopped me.
- My 7th birthday kitten was torn to shreds by the motor in our car. I mostly remember crying while someone shoved bubblegum in my mouth.
- The cute boy at work nearly ran into my desk.
- I once proclaimed, during a break in lecture, that I hadn't had sex in 3 days and it was killing me, just killllllling me. My friends nearly beat me up and got all up in my face about it.
- I used to sing in the Church Choir.
- I stole sunflowers at night from the Church's garden. Often.
- Like most people I used white-out to cover up the burn marks in the linoleum after a party. It didn't work.
- I hate horseback riding. Bruises the size of basketballs.
- I chewed a piece of liver for one hour and 20 minutes because I wanted to please my grandfather.
- I once had a wicked year long crush on a violinist. When I see him now. Nothing.
- I did not know how to read until the end of grade one. I drew pictures instead.
- I took art classes for 10 years. I was a painter.
- I used to teach figure skating to little kids. Gay.
- My nickname is Claudey
- I love brocolli and chips and dip.
- My friends and I used to make films in junior high. We frequently used our teachers as characters. We did one on condoms in French. Jill was the boy. She was slimy. I was the girl who made the boy wear condoms. We fought a lot and it's all on tape. My friend Tasha's mom was the shooter. We did one on Teen Suicide. My friend Tasha leapt on the makeshift grave we made in her backyard. She faked bawling. Bon Jovi was the soundtrack.
- It takes me a long time to learn a card game.
3:44 PM
My Weekend:
Thursday Night: I got tipsy cause Shawn was in town and Tamara and I went to meet him at a guy’s house we used to hang out with in Halifax and Wolfville like 3 year ago. They knew me as Tweedie’s girlfriend. Simon was there too. I knew Simon when he was only 19. He grew up in China. He’s not Chinese, he’s white. He once chained me to the coffee table and said it looked good on me. He is an actor but his mind is scientific. He explained why records sound better to the human ear than digital. I had no idea it was so poetic. I like science. He also explained biology. His grandfather is like the head of some university in BC.
Friday Night: Uneventful. I was supposed to go to Santa Cruz with an ex-SC gal at Lee’s Palace to see Rob and Ian (ex-Thrush Hermit) and dance it up. I had vertigo and thought I was going to puke every time I looked at the carpet. I stared at Casey’s tree from Mr. Dress-up in the lobby for a while. It’s comforting, except Casey is just a cut-out much like the rest of CBC’s lobby. Full of cut-outs. I would like to know the location of the real Casey.
Saturday Night: Shannen came over and we drank beer on our deck. Then we went to Kensington Market. We biked along Queen Street. It’s a busy street. You gotta be on it. My rule is not to bike while I’m drunk ever since I ran into that parked car. Obviously I always break my own rules.
I said: People told me about these street car tracks. I’ve been warned they’re dangerous. I could lose limbs.
Shannen said: Don’t let anyone tell you something is dangerous Claudette.
I said: Ok Shannen.
Ten minutes later, while I was cocky and all like this ain’t so bad bitch, my tire got stuck in the street car track and I fell flat sideways and skidded across the street. Taxi Driver is yelling “You alright?!” “I’m FINE.” Ah jeez. I got back on my bike. I didn’t even check my wounds. Shannen asked me 4 times if I was alright. My knees are all scrapped up and there’s gravel in them. I like blood. I enjoyed falling. I feel I should have more wounds. It’s not fair.
Sunday: Road Trip. We swam in Lake Simcoe and then barbequed corn. Easy life.
1:30 PM
8.15.2004
Happy Birthday Stacey! You're old now bitch.
I miss you.
8:04 PM
8.14.2004
I'm bored.
Today we went biking in this really beautiful park by the sailing boats. It's too bad about duck do and pollution. I wanted to swim. On the way back I was fascinated with the communal allotment garden. Someone had a picnic table in there. I was on the wrong side of the bike trail cause Tamara was beside me. And just as my wheel kind of went left this dude nearly bikes into the curb trying to avoid me. He looked scrared about the possibility of falling, which he didn't do. He yelled "JESUS! WOMAN!"
Redneck.
6:42 PM
The other day I sat outside drinking beer and reading 'The Hotel New Hampshire' by John Irving. I was at the part where the mother and the father are falling in love and there's a bear, a motorcycle and a Jew with acne scars.
I was on Queen Street West. There's a man who starts running in one spot and doing jumping jacks. He's wearing a golf shirt and a basecall cap where he wrote 'I am Canada' on it in red sharpie. He struts around and starts screaming really loud into his cellphone. He screams latitudes into his cellphone. "109 Degrees South," he belts. People look at him, but mostly when they're past so that means they turn around to look at him. Then he starts whistling "It's a Beautiful World."
I thought it was the greatest show on earth.
11:45 AM
8.13.2004
It's that fear is just as bright as the future. You were just so beautiful. That's what it is. It's that I lose my balance everytime I lean in. What do you do without your balance? Buy flat and predictable shoes. Just to get it back. The balance, I mean. Falling all over your toes. I guess I like the crash. Craving all that white porcelain and the drain and the colors all over it. I guess it's the crash that reminds me. Falling down, getting up. Cause you can't fall halfway. No.
3:20 PM
I want to clarify. It’s not that I’m angry with anyone. I’m not. There’s some dead people and some circumstance. Everyone has dead people. And the truth always gets its own scar, its own blue vein. Who are you supposed to ask? I guess I could make up an answer, but that’s not satisfaction. Accept the question in itself. Do I really need an answer or have I been fooling myself? It’s all about the build-up. This trust. It’s that I get confused about what I should give and to whom. It’s that I was changed and it made it a little harder. That scar. And then the trust, or the absence of it, makes you shut it up, and it’s hard because you know this closing is bad news for tomorrow. It’ll give you vertigo. But that’s what happens when you touch someone else. You’re changed.
2:24 PM
8.08.2004
Tonight I met someone.
There’s this bird. I’m so frustrated I can’t write. I left Halifax with so many questions and whose questions. I had words I needed to say. I didn’t. I have some recent hurt I can’t figure out. I’m tired of being polite to people I used to fuck. Tonight I met someone. I want to write a thousand words about his toes. Smooth. Brown. Pebbles.
This is what I would say to his toes.
--There’s this bird at work that lands on the glass table and likes us.
It’s enough?
12:32 AM
8.06.2004
I'm drunk on red wine and vodka. Two baby raccoons shifted on the fence. Drug deals go down here and the floor was varnished. In about a minute.
12:23 AM
8.04.2004
We live in Leslieville. I love it.There are 10 antique shops, 3 record stores, ummmm, bars and restaurants ummm, and oh this is weird; there's an Ideal Bikes just around the corner. Sweet. It takes me 20 minutes on the street car to get to work and I'm going to start biking. I went biking last night for two hours. My bike is short. And my sister's name is Leslie.
When I got home yesterday after work, there was a note on the door, Tamara had to get the exterminator in again just to be cautious. Oh yeah,the last roommate brought a bunch of bed bugs from a Montreal hostel so basically the house is a mess and it's been fumigated twice and this is the third time, although we haven't seen a bed bug in 2 weeks and no one's been bitten. The last time I talked about bed bugs was at this restaurant with my family last week. I brought them up and then my sister had to go and tell me about this worm that comes out of your bum while you're sleeping and then you eat it again. I thought that was the sickest thing I'd ever heard, but I couldn't stop laughing. And then I choked on my focaccia.
So I went for a walk along the beaches. The Beaches is east of my area and it's got lots of shops and a boardwalk on the water and a big park. I saw people lawn bowling. I really wanted to lawn bowl with them but they were old and I was afraid. I was strolling along Queen Street East tring to find a coffee shop to occupy the time so I wouldn't be poisoned.
And then suddenly I had to poo. Just like that time on the bus. I was frantic. I couldn't just poo anywhere in Toronto. I saw a Starbucks and I ran in and ran to the back where the bathroom is and I pooed. It was great.
The End.
Part Two
Then I went to the counter to buy a tall, half-sweetened iced tea passion with lemon cause I thought I should pay them for letting me use the bathroom. And these two French guys were standing at the counter waiting for their lattes. One of them had a huge mole type wart thing on his eyelid. It was distracting. They kept staring at me and talking in French. Then one of them asked me if I spoke French (in French) and I replied un petit peu like I always do which makes me think I should just learn French again so I don't have to do that anymore. It's humiliating.
Then they talked with themselves and told me I look French. I told them the story about how I was adopted by people from French and how they stuck me in the sun until I was fried up like French sandpaper. Then the guy said my visage was sweet and gestured with his fingers to make a round motion. Except he did it to his visage, not mine.
The End.
3:35 PM
8.03.2004
No time to talk. I live in Toronto now so everything is rush rush rush.
Point form is a way of life.
- my last night in Halifax for Heavy Meadows was fun. I smoked. Stacey and Shawn kept pounding on the window and I'm all like "WHAT!" and I missed the dedication but Seth played me Two Headed Boy by Neutral Milk Hotel. I walked home with some friends and I didn't even cry until I turned my back on them. Then I went to Philip's and we ate swiss cheese crackers.
- my parents and I left Lower Sackville at 7:11 am. I went to bed at 4:02 am. that sucked.
- when they woke me up I had been dreaming that I was biking away from a monster.
- I gave my parents cd's to play. Everytime I gave them a cd they said;"Is is gonna be weird?" They were shocked when I said I like Johnny Cash. I realized my parents never really ever understood me, that they have pre-conceived notions about me based on that time when I was two and my dad's friend had to teach me how to play in the dirt. So! I said.
- The relatives in Quebec are doing fine. I really like my Aunt Carmen. She only speaks French of course and she looks like an apple. She took a chocolate course and gave me blueberries covered in dark chocolate. Basically, as soon as I got out of the car, a bunch of old people lined up and we kissed on each cheek. It took forever.
- While we were eating the fried chicken my dad, who was drinking beer, kept talking about my "boyfriends"and how he gave up on names and just started calling them by numbers. "Oh, c'est numero dix-sept! Oh, elle retourne a cinquante, puis c'est numero dix-sept encore!" I smiled but inside I was fuming.
- My cousin Dianne still looks too tanned. It's like it'll never go away. She's 36 and she said she was tired because she has a new boyfriend and she was up til 4, then she described her new boyfriend's ass. Oh! those French!
That's it for now. I've been at work long enough. Later, I will describe my Toronto neighbourhood, my apartment, the exterminator, and possibly the Burlesque show I'm going to tonight.
6:16 PM
