Fabulous new hair
Well, almost. I have new hair and it will be fabulous tomorrow. Its brown. Not red. Not blue, not even purple. Its brown. It looks like I might have been born with this color. It looks great. It would look better if it was long and flowing, but its short and straight. But the color is still amazing and I no longer have to field questions about whether I'm Irish or not (which I am in the ancestor sense, but I was fielding questions about how long I was in Canada from Ireland).
I would like to thank all my friends who helped me kick ass at the First Annual Reindeer Monopoly Party on Sunday night. Two Strongbows later and I was sitting pretty collecting rent from my well developed properties. It was sad to see three friends however gang up on me for winning. NO CHEESECAKE FOR YOU! At least Leslie remained neutral. I think.
And its so not a date. I think I want it to be a date in my head so I can finally say I'm dating. I mean, after four years of really and truly getting your head and heart screwed with can really take its toll. But I think I know in my head and heart that I'm not a dating kind of gal. I'm a relationship girl. So this will probably be exactly what it is - two old friends going for drinks who just happen to be a guy and a girl. I mean, if I couldn't let the cute one kiss me last Jan when I was taken, I'm not about to let this one kiss me when I'm single. I'm just too concerned with waiting for the right guy to jump back into it with. (and I may have already met him, but the chanes of that happening are so slim it frustrates me every single when I go to bed) So I will probably stay blissfully alone in every sense until someone more attainable (proximity/desire to not have children/love of crazy medical dramas) comes out and asks me out and into a relationship. And I will moan about never dating and I will go out and moan that men don't hit on me. And I will moan that the only men I meet who seem interested really should be in a basement somewhere playing WoW or Magic (that I know what WoW and Magic is perhaps means I should be in that basement with them). And why would be be interested now if he wasn't interested 10 years ago when I was arguably less jaded by life and therefore prettier (because life experiences make people look ugly apparently). And hell, I was more desperate 10 years ago - at least now I've discovered the joys booze to dull any and all pain.
Ok, I sound a wee bit pathetic. But its almost 9am and I'm facing a day at work where I just might have to punch my boss in the face.
Alberta Justice called to get more info on my references. I can smell independence and the freedom to walk around my own flat naked (which I would never do, but love the fact that I could).
How many more days still Ho Ho comes?
I would like to thank all my friends who helped me kick ass at the First Annual Reindeer Monopoly Party on Sunday night. Two Strongbows later and I was sitting pretty collecting rent from my well developed properties. It was sad to see three friends however gang up on me for winning. NO CHEESECAKE FOR YOU! At least Leslie remained neutral. I think.
And its so not a date. I think I want it to be a date in my head so I can finally say I'm dating. I mean, after four years of really and truly getting your head and heart screwed with can really take its toll. But I think I know in my head and heart that I'm not a dating kind of gal. I'm a relationship girl. So this will probably be exactly what it is - two old friends going for drinks who just happen to be a guy and a girl. I mean, if I couldn't let the cute one kiss me last Jan when I was taken, I'm not about to let this one kiss me when I'm single. I'm just too concerned with waiting for the right guy to jump back into it with. (and I may have already met him, but the chanes of that happening are so slim it frustrates me every single when I go to bed) So I will probably stay blissfully alone in every sense until someone more attainable (proximity/desire to not have children/love of crazy medical dramas) comes out and asks me out and into a relationship. And I will moan about never dating and I will go out and moan that men don't hit on me. And I will moan that the only men I meet who seem interested really should be in a basement somewhere playing WoW or Magic (that I know what WoW and Magic is perhaps means I should be in that basement with them). And why would be be interested now if he wasn't interested 10 years ago when I was arguably less jaded by life and therefore prettier (because life experiences make people look ugly apparently). And hell, I was more desperate 10 years ago - at least now I've discovered the joys booze to dull any and all pain.
Ok, I sound a wee bit pathetic. But its almost 9am and I'm facing a day at work where I just might have to punch my boss in the face.
Alberta Justice called to get more info on my references. I can smell independence and the freedom to walk around my own flat naked (which I would never do, but love the fact that I could).
How many more days still Ho Ho comes?
