Razor - High Speed Metal

Ramble On

This Heintz commercial aired about ten years ago:

{A group of young guys watch a pretty lady in a restaurant}

"She's looking for the Heintz. Can't find it anywhere...looks over...sees it...she's coming over."

[shyly] "Excuse me...ummm, I can't seem to find any Heintz."

[confidently] "You're kidding. Here you can have some of mine."

[shared smiles as we notice the stack of Heintz bottles beside the guys]

 It would have been very different, if it was me.  They took all the ketchup to get my attention, and watched me the whole time.
Frolick off, would ya! I'm just trying to enjoy some fries, which is not something I often do.
If you really knew me, you would know that I am pursuing self-comfort.
I am not interested in communicating with any one!
If I had a cloak of invisibility, I would use it.

You don't know me.
That's what's so irksome.
All you know is that I go to this particular restaurant, which is a little creepy.
Were you stalking me?

The worst thing about stalkers is that they don't really care.
If they really cared, they would know that I don't eat ketchup with my fries. I use mayonnaise.

My Life Would Suck Without You

Dear Dad,

This song reminds me of Newmarket. I know you think of the ways you could have made things different. I think of it, too. When I share this, it is not to placate, I'm just telling the truth. My life would suck without you. It is so good not only knowing who you are, but knowing that I am related to you. I am your daughter.

The Friendship that Turned to Marriage Overnight

Marriage is full of all kinds of adjustments. People grow. Circumstances change.

If you feel you are just going through the motions, this could be what’s happening:

5. No personal aspirations. This may be coupled with addictions.

4. Suspecting there are strings attached whenever your spouse is kind.

3. Undermining good deeds/words from your spouse.

2. Becoming defensive whenever he/she wants to talk about the relationship, and

1. Not listening.

A common theory is to give what you want to receive, but wouldn’t that make it all about you? Why not, receive what your spouse is giving, and just say, ‘thank you,’ in your own way.

Daylight Savings Time

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Companion Wanted Ad

Hi. I'm miserable, and looking for some company. I enjoy observing my surroundings and making them into a science fiction scene. It's been kind of lonely. Taking pictures and writing is fine, but when I pretend aliens are chasing me, I become alienated.

My goal in life is to publish something, so I am in the middle of becoming more educated. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMqNFAU0tOw  I would like to spend some time together, going out for drinks and admiring interior design. I also like walking, as long as it is somewhere like Toronto, where there is a variety of scenery. See you soon! 

Day 4 of Hell

Blech! Moving my arm causes the back pain to become verbal. It's just not right. So I fed my mouth muscle relaxants. Got my coffee. Ran up the escalator to make way for the nice old lady waiting at the top, with a cane. (The escalator wasn't moving) I fell. Spilled the coffee. Stuck my rump roast in the air, which could have benefitted the man behind me, but he was a gentleman. Hello, everybody! And how is your day going?

It's been four days of hell. Basically, I should be laying on my back doing nothing until the pain subsides. I can tweet from my phone, and have no computer, or cable. This has caused me to lose ten followers on Twitter. What did you think I'd be doing? Especially at 3am. Mind you, last night I took the dog out for a walk until we found the first bench. She is so cute. I was having difficulty looking at her and remaining mobile at the same time. My consolation was the thought that McD's would open in two hours. At four am watched Steven and Chris, and fell asleep. Interior design has that effect on me.

By the way, what do they put in bread these days? Playdoh? I just burped, thanks to aforsaid relaxants and wonderfully flavoured bubblemint gum. Tasted the bread from the sub I could not fathom to eat last night, so had this morning, thanks to sleeping through the McDs breakfast time. It tasted like playdoh. *chomp chomp chomp* The gum is still good.

One of my favourite songs is VanCanto's version of Master of Puppets. "Chop your breakfast on a mirror." And I'm lost in a vision of chopping up a playdoh sub on a mirror. Some might call it 'reflection'. The question now is, what will I do for the next ten hours of day four of Hell?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSpuVsLnl1k Master of Puppets *tweet tweet*