enough coffee to kill an elephant

Seriously, since when did the "insult" douchebag become an insult? Douche is another word for cleaning. Umm... "you're a bag of cleaning?"

Yeah...that's a knife through the heart right there. I might not be able to get up for weeks.

Nevertheless, I like saying it. But to whoever invented it - douchebag.

Wanting to go hit up the gym for about a week now, we woke up a little after four pm and decided to bustle it up and head to the gym but alas, we completely forgot that a new month has started and we haven't bought the new TTC pass.

We decided to trek around the convenient stores to find a few people selling and we did. Hooray! We came back afterwards with our Dollarama items...

Then a little while later, Myles rang Wade up and invited us for dinner at The Parkdale Drink. We went and met a lot of people, one of them was Dave, he's an art-director at the Toronto Parent magazine. Anyway, dinner was tasty. The salad with the miso-dressing, the salmon and the cheesecake! Tres bien!

Went to the gym today, much needed! :) Now I'm off to do work.

Have you ever been in that strange mood where you just don't know what the heck is going on with you and it's completely driving you ape shit because of it? I'm having one of those days...

I've been up and down the entire day and now after watching two episodes of Weeds with Wade I feel more down than the last time I felt down and it's weird because I really don't have anything that I should be 'down' about...I think.

I just feel lonely I suppose. I don't really have many people to talk to and I feel like Wade and I don't really converse as much as I'd like about things. It's always about stupid things that we laugh about together yet nothing really truly substantial.

Or maybe, it's kind of like when you live in a part of the world where during the winter months you get months of darkness. You know that if you don't see the sun, that you'd go bonkers. I guess that's what's happening to me. I feel like I've been seeing the same face day in and day out. I want to talk someone... a friend.

It's also different when I talk to people online. I think a part of being happy is being able to exercise my vocal chords and seeing a person's facial expression, just an aura or energy that gets fed to me.

Sigh... I don't know what to do.

I ♥ cheese and ketchup, emo-sad music, accents, and a certain someone. An important life lesson I've learned so far: to understand life, one must understand Murakami's work, and to understand that, one must be stoned. I don't like to hate; I have respect for you until you abuse it.

Disclaimer: The author of this journal cannot be held responsible for your sudden need to gauge your eyes out with sharp chopsticks, laughing on end because of the word "mongolian", and/or for wanting to buy me a puppy; be-friend me at your own risk.