Ah, Bathfitter. I forgot my shower puff at the other place. I'll have to get that tomorrow.

These sunglasses were never meant to be. The first time I lost the arm to them, it was for two or three months, maybe more, and I found it in a purse the other day. Wore them today, and fucking lost the arm again when the glasses fell off on the bus. FUCK, I hate how much I loved those sunglasses. There's no getting the arm back this time. Hate.

I'm gradually reducing the vast mountain of boxes in my new living room. It's getting there. My bedroom is rather small and I hate it haven't found room for everything yet. Bought a curtain rod today at HomeSense (don't buy them anywhere else, if you ever find yourself in a curtain-rod jam; they're overpriced and ugly). Just need curtains now. Couldn't find nice ones.

Cool blue lighting reminds me of an asylum/Toronto. I need new light bulbs. Warm coloured ones!

I'm so angry about the sunglasses! And I am worried about Milo. :(

"Ah, bitch!"

Google is a nice taste of ass. Flickr is also on my shit-list at the moment. But if there's anyone to blame, it's myself. Bah. So I'll say it. HI AGAIN! Have you missed me?? Obviously, since you're here. I'm just that interesting. Getting a life should be obligatory for all, and I can say that, because I'm finally at the point where I could totally get one! If I wanted to. But I'd rather just sleep.

But hey. Last exam was today, kids. Eight months off without school, and probably without a co-op, and that's still pretty all right.

Back to reality:
Sambone and I parted ways today. One of the best ladies I ever knew, gone. Another one lost to the Rocky Mountains. Tomorrow, should my phone want to upload it, I'll have a picture of us pre-hair salon trip, when our hairs were shaggy and yucky. And then I shall frame it. Aw. I miss her so much already, and she hasn't even left yet.

Tomorrow's packing day. New place, here we come.

Thanks for that, Karl. SO much.