There are some days that you can’t get out of bed – no matter how much you want to.
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Barbie
Barb’s one of the most supportive co-workers I’ve ever had, she’s compassionate, enthusiastic, fun, and hard working. That’s why she was the best choice to be the president of the JVL Facebook Fanclub – I didn’t start it – but any narcissistic self-glorifying virtual edifice to which the masses may congregate is endorsed fully by me.
Dan's Big Breakfast (number 2)
Like this one from last month only worse. That’s an Italian Sausage, ground beef (leftover from burrito night) medley topped with a generous heaping of Western Creamery Sour Cream; beside three fried eggs – in case you were wondering.
Special birthday wishes to Janet, Rainbow, and, of course, my mom.
Atrium
I went shopping for work clothes yesterday at the dreaded Mall. Work-buddy Sandra came to help me out, because I believe I am technically retarded at dressing myself.
She made me try different things on, different styles, and actually made me “think” about my puchase. She did her best to help colour match ties to shirts – a task which I am, again, systemically flawed at.
The one thing I saw that I “coveted” as clothing went was a Hugo Boss blazer I tried on at Harry Rossen [Read: expensive] it was on sale, down from $800 to $500 – but my brain got the better of me and I didn’t drop the cash – I think a green tweed sport jacket with brown leather patches on the arms will suffice for now… and a pipe, I need to start smoking a pipe.
Swap Box: Where's the Community?
I’ll tell you this; if you leave me a crappy Santa Votive in a swap box, I’ll swap you back something of equivalent value – like a kick to the teeth, or… a moldy grape.