passion...schmassion

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day ?????: realityIt's been a while and forgive me if I no longer pour out my heart and soul. Things have changed (slightly) and the less people know about the private me, the better. I thinkI struggle with my new life. I found my passion a few years back and I did my darnest to make something out of it. And so I did to an extent. My new found "fame" (if you will) hasn't really done me a

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day 12476: screwed up... damn. sads. bad at this. but now i know what not to do next time.

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day 12472: how?It took me years to figure out what I truly want out of my life. And now that I finally know, regardless of how much I try to make it happen and how badly I want it, it's still up to the gods of fate to grant me the wish of a lifetime. Wanting something badly is not enough when you have no way to make it a reality.

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day 12455: on datingI'm old. They're old. We're all too old to play games.I hate games.I hate uncertainty.

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day ?????: the annual pre-birthday roundupIt's been a while, my friends... it's been a while since the voices inside my head demanded to be heard. Ok, there aren't any actual voices in my head, but still what can I say?In typical Schmassion fashion, come birthday time every year I start thinking about where I've been, where I'm going and what the heck I want to be when I grow up. This year has

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it's october. in 2 weeks, i head out to one of the craziest things that will ever happen to me in my life. already offshoots are starting to happen and i'm not prepared for this. i'm just a simple girl with simple desires who likes simple things.adios reality.

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day 12261: harper's hullabulooShould be working on a cake, but watching Marine One, decoy & other military helicopters fly by my window. Never seen so many helicopters in my life... Motorcades coming eastbound on the Gardiner? Strange... Have cp24 on in the background. Things looks like they're starting to get rough over there... drat - have to find a way around the perimeter and through

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day 12240: one eighty...I've spent so many years trying to hide my real self on the net that it scares me half to death that I'm now google-able. But hey, if lowering my standards, pimping myself out and joining stalkerbook helps me sell more cakes, then I'm going to do it. Ugh.

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day 12235: vacation over... back to realityWhen life gets really busy, I spend so much of my energy just trying to survive that I lose track of what is truly important. I feel guilty, but when I realize that we're all frantically paddling just to keep our heads above water I don't feel as bad. A week of sun, fun and excessive amounts of sleep... now I'm recharged and ready to conquer the world.

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day 12193: disappointmentPerhaps I was too cocky... perhaps I was too confident... perhaps I thought I had it in the bag and didn't go that extra mile.2 major disappointments within one weekend, but of course, nothing I can't handle. It just makes me want to try harder next time...

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day 12173: i've been doing a lot of writing... just not hereIt's more difficult being honest to one's self than to be honest to someone else. I've realized recently that I lie to myself an awful lot and that until I start admitting the truth to myself, my life is always going to be a continuous circle of confusion.

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day 12155: so maybe i am a little too excited Subject: Yayayya!me: Reservation made!! We're sitting at the sushi bar! :)sista: haha. is this the place with the hot sushi chef? haha.me: no comment. why would you think that?sista: It was the double ya on the "yayayya" that gave it away ;)wscus: That's funny - plus were sitting at the sushi bar :) sista: Exactly! (Double wink!) ;) ;)

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day 12153: I chose to be tired. I chose to be resentful.Choice… one little word with so much meaning. Sure, everyone knows they have a choice in what they do and how they live their lives, but do they recognize that everything they do, they do because they made a choice? Accountability, responsibility… acceptance of the choice, it’s too easy to pass things off as “I didn’t want to, I had to,

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day 12148: taming the bratThe brat and I have been going to yet another round of obedience school. It's not that she doesn't know what is wanted from her, she does. She's just a stubborn crazy dog who'd rather spend her day hiding under the bed than to face a 5 minute car ride to the beach.Bribes aside, it was pretty ironic that at the last class, she was the superstar heeler and the dunce at

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day 12138: GO CANADA GO!!!Whiskey was a nervous wreck during the gold medal hockey game!

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day 12136: why?This past week, a number of people asked me why I tend to be harder on potential suitors than on people who are already part of my life and commented that if I were to be as easy-going with suitors-to-be, my success rate at finding someone would be a lot higher.Good point, I always replied. I never had an answer to the question. I didn’t realize that I was harder on them. But

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day 12133: all my ducks in a rowFor the first time in a long time, I went to bed feeling happy and content. At first I didn’t recognize the emotion. It was an eerie calm. I lay in bed with the brat’s head on my shoulder and whispered my secrets into her ears. She stared at me with her soulful brown eyes and licked my chin every once in a while as if to tell me that she understood what I was

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day 12132: makes for a nice rom-com, eh?Once upon a time, there was a guy who had a crush on a girl. Girl wasn’t supposed to know about the crush, found out anyway and did absolutely nothing because hey, she didn’t even know the guy.Poor guy. :(Guy moves on but for some reason the girl doesn’t. Poor girl. :(Ending needs work, but at least there’s a beginning.

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day 12129: perhaps not as lost as I think I amThere’s no question that I live a life full of befuddlement. I’ve never known exactly what I want out of life. I putter and bounce around from one activity to the next, pick up hobbies and drop them just as quickly. A lot of my hobbies revolve(d) around sports and physical activities and a lot of them do (did) not. And that is sometimes really

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day 12115: something nice and fluffy on a friday afternoon... the fridge conversation between the maternal one, uncle t. and myself after the Brat ate a third of a block of butter...

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one butt fuck of a shitty yearFirst the softball to the head. Then the sprained left ankle and dislocated foot bone while walking the dogs... And now the other ankle sprained. I am the frickin queen of klutzs. When I die, they will canonize me and make me the patron saint of klutzs. I deserve it.

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RIP, my heartThe last picture taken of my darling Tootsiepop. Good bye Princess-poop-a-lot. You are loved.

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day12029: the skinny on being singleMost days the freedom and the lack of responsibility to another person is wonderful and a heck of a lot of fun. But then you realize that it makes you slightly uneasy that everyone else around you is married and popping out babies faster than bunnies in springtime and then you start to wonder (for the briefest of moments) if the matter really is you and not

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day12001: it's always depressing when you hit another thousandsome things I've learned in the past few days:- I have an incredibly strong right hand that now is crippled from squeezing a piping bag filled with stupidly made royal icing- melted gummi bears looks like snot- the business sideof things really sucks- I'm ready to retire to a country home with a garden to putter in and enough whimsy

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day11994.5: where are all the cool guys in this cityI cannot believe that I'm talking to a guy who considers himself a foodie but counts Memories of Japan amongst his top three favourite Japanese restaurants. I never considered myself a food snob but c'mon...crappy tapanyaki? Really?I give up. I'm joining a nunnery.

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day 11994: beginning... middle... ... I've never been good at finishing things that I've started.

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day 11990: ugh...It appears that my pet has adopted a pet of her own. While I was the kid who loved earthworms and carried tic-tac boxes of them to kindergarten, parasitic worms don't really do it for me. Especially not after the recent fish incident.Tonight we make yet another trip to the pet doctors. If their reception area was anything like the check-in desk at the airport, I'd have my own

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day 11989: happy birthday, daHope the sun is shining wherever you are... haven't heard from you recently. Give me a call, hm?

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day 11973: not as cool as you think i amI’ve lost my cool. This assumes that I actually was cool once upon a time which is infinitely preferable over never having been cool in the first place.Little by little, my cool snuck away. All that remains is a not-so-cool girl (am I too old to call myself a girl?) who is trying desperately to cling on to some semblance of coolness. Mission impossible.

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day 11941: shuck uwhere: Oyster Boy on Queen W.how much: $35what you get: info, oysters & a shucking knife...worth it: hell yeah!!Five more days until Cali. Hopefully, I can find some awesome oysters from a fish market somewhere so that Sista, Bro-in-law and I can have a feast! Hm, I wonder if you can shuck (and eat) oysters while at Opera in the park... maybe we'd need to bring a big

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burnt.need vaca.now.

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day 11892: sharing tears How does one not share the pain of a family in the vet's office waiting to end the suffering of a dear, dear friend? Despite our recent endless loop of vet appointments, today was the first time I encountered a grieving family. Witnessing someone else's pain is a truly heartwrenching experience. I've been tearing up all day.I'm afraid that when it comes my turn to

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day ?????: what's in an ageSomeone mentioned once that it'd be pretty awkward to date someone closer in age to your parents than to you. I think I would probably have to agree with that. Not that I've done it. But I have considered it...

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day 11872: out of the darkness and into the limelightIt's been rather disconcerting to check the statmeter on my business site to discover suddenly that people have been finding me by googling my real name rather than my business name. It's more disconcerting that I have no idea whether these people are actually interested in buying something from me or whether these people are potential dates

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day 11864: a "huh" momentInteresting... I just called home and I think my mother is drunk. Or super tired. Otherwise, I'm not sure how else to explain why she asked me (multiple times) what I was doing. Because doing nothing a mere 30 seconds ago still means that I'm doing absolutely nothing. Actually, I just didn't want her to know that I was sitting at home drinking by myself. It's been

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day 11860: not concussedRandom thought of the day... I'd be extremely disappointed if I went to Ireland and the air did not smell like Irish Spring.

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day 11849: uhRachel Getting Married is not a happy movie. Definitely not something to watch when you're feeling down and looking for a pick me up.

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day 11845: 524,600 minutes x 5 + 24 hrs for the leap yearThis morning, I walked into the monkeyco offices to a cube decorated with balloons and streamers. WTF, I thought, my birthday is in December! It wasn't even my second birthday (March 17) or my third birthday (May 5). Someone in HR must have gotten it wrong... the clowns. HA. Joke was on me of course. Bosslady (aka TAB aka QWW)

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day 11841: new toys and new boys... So sue me, things have been a little busy... I've done a complete 180 from a non-dater to a super dater. Have met a lot of new people, have had a lot of worlds collide, but alas, no keepers. I bought a new little netbook toy for myself. Still undecided/uncertain about the teeny weeny keyboard, but it's only been a couple of hours of playtime and things seem

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day 11805: nameless facesI have a feeling that my neighbour is a local celebrity. Either that, or I've started recognizing random people who walk through my lobby. But she did mention that she was going to get to meet the Dog Whisperer... and solely because of that, I'm all agog.Happy one year anniversary of me getting my condo back. Yeehaw! Still lovin' it.

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day 11796: at long lastSpring has arrived... finally... happiness resumes.Sappy happy pappiness comes again!

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day "who the heck even cares anymore": at wit's endI give up.

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day 11770: mad as punch Recently, I have been so incredibly mad at the antagonists in my books that I want to jump in the pages and beat them up.

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day 11768: my storyJust as I think things are starting to go my way, life has a way of turning upside down.Peachy-keen-fantastical...

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day 11750: one sided conversation..."Hey, how was your night? What were you up to? Me? Nothing really. Played some volleyball. Broke some guy's leg. You know, the usual."

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day 11749: beaten to the punchGosh darn it... someone's already used "Lowered Expectations" as their plentyoffish nickname. pfft...

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day 11747: nagging at the back of my mind...Change is in the air... I can feel it. Something is about to happen.

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day 11746: the last wordI'm starting to doubt my ability to judge peoples' characters. Sometimes I wonder if it really does take me years longer to see the things that others see well ahead of me. So many people - so much time and energy wasted.

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day 11740: oh wacky day...First, the BRAT eats my glasses and I spend an extremely blurry day wearing months old contact lenses that I'd forgot to throw out (i.e. the ONLY pair of contact lenses I had downtown).Then I spend the day making a gigantic poo, and rushing around trying to get a pair of glasses or contacts so I can see again.

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day 11736: nearing the endI'm sitting here drinking Prosecco from the bottle procrastinating from doing the work I know I have to do. I should be sleeping or at best relaxing to prep myself for yet another full day of complete bah-humbuggery that is only a short, few hours away.I'm close to ending it. I don't think I can take this anymore. What a waste of a perfectly good life. I still

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day 11735: chainBack in the day, at elementary school #5, we used to have to go to another classroom and grade the younger kids as they read to us from the Victory Drill (i.e. some strange Christian reading tool where you read as fast as you can for a minute and someone else listens to hear if you're pronouncing the words correctly, thereby ensuring that you move through the ranks of private

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day 11734: irony, thoust be my dog's nameWhiskey, aka THE BRAT, is a ball of constant energy. She is cute, she is hyper... she is the typical lab and chews everything under the sun - including the electrical cords. Marley is nothing next to the dog who electrocuted herself and woke up the next morning to try to do it all over again. You'd think she'd learn. She doesn't. Not really.She shreds

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day 11721: i resolve not to make any stupid resolutions2008 kinda blew. Who the heck am I kidding? 2008 really blew. It felt like I was phasing in and out of consciousness and all of a sudden in a blink of an eye, it was over. I hope it’s not always going to be like that, because if it is, I give up. I don’t want to wake up one morning only to find that suddenly I’m old and wrinkled with a

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day 11700: toe-may-toe... toe-mah-toe... poe-tay-toe... poe-tah-toeLast night I dreamt that I was exiled to space as part of a corrupt government scam. Rose Petal calls me a freak. I prefer to say that I have an overactive dream imagination. Now if only I could harness my powers for good instead of evil...

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day 11688: dogspeakarrrr arrr wror rowr rowr arrrr arf rowr woof!Translation:Hi Mommy! Happy Birthday, I made you a present for your birthday! It's a giant stinky turd. Woof!

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day 11687: happy birthday to me... Almost halfway to retirement! YEEHAW!

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day 11685: reach out and touch yourselfIn an effort to "find" myself and "refocus" my thoughts, my therapist suggested that I write down all my dreams.If my dreams are to be believed, I'm supposed to be angrily married to Asshat and pregnant with a lot of other people's babies. Oh man... the horror... no more midnight snacking before bed!

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day 11684: once upon a time, i did blog about serious thingsI'm a little envious of my 20 year old cousin. She knows exactly what she's doing and where she's heading even though she's 12 years younger than I am.

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11682: "people who hold signs go on to hold many things"aka...more randomania:~ The puppy is teething. I'm finding teeth on the floor of my place. Cute little puppy teeth, but really kinda gross when you think about it. Must vacuum this weekend.~ The day I don't wear black to work, everyone notices. ~ Guys should not use the words "fake and bake" when talking to other guys... especially when

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day11681b: revelation on why I repeated told my sister I hated her on day 11679schmassion: I’m in love!!bowlergirl: what colour is he?schmassion: um… pink, I suppose … ???bowlergirl: the last time you msg’d me that you were in love, it was with a dog! I can’t keep it straight anymore!schmassion: Oh yeah. This time he’s human.Really… why do I get the world’s crappiest tenant while Sista gets

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day 11681: did i miss something?Yesterday, I woke up with the feeling that something awesomely wonderful was going to happen. Nothing happened.Today I'm disappointed. Sucky.

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day 11678: one of the times where I just want to kick them in the ballsI hate cheaters, especially those who try to cheat in a recreational sports league. It’s supposed to be a fun game of dodgeball, but when the other team is trying to maim your team with balls whipped at your heads, there’s only so much you can do to try to reign in your temper.Fecking pieces of crap. I’m still angry.

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day 11677: on speeding through datesYou know… I don’t know why guys aren’t knocking down my door trying to date me. I’m frickin cool. Well, the old me was more frickin cool because new me is just tired from running around all the time. But I’m still frickin cool. So what if I don’t hold my liquor as well as I used to, or that I’m a wee bit more disgruntled and disengaged than I used to be.

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day 11666: last wednesday i went speed dating*ding*

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day 11655: so very, very, very tiredI’m burnt out. There. I’ve said it. Between the evil monkeyco, the cakes-that-fall-over, krazy gluing things to myself, Monday night sports league, Tuesday night bowling and the new schmutt, I’m stretched thin to the point of snapping. My stress level is sky-high and there’s not that much I can do about it. I’ve tried pulling back from my stressors and

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day 11632: shellshockedThings I’ve learned from 6 days with the schmutt (aka Whiskey Boo):1. I do not speak puppy.2. Schmutt does not speak people.3. Black dog on a dark unlit lawn in suburbia = magically disappearing dog.4. Take all puppy books and throw it out the window.5. Not everyone watches the same dog training shows.6. Schmutt is smarter than the Toot.7. Schmutt may possibly be smarter

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day 11629: is this the magic school bus?Every morning I pass by a big yellow school bus waiting for commuters to take them to god knows where. Some things never change. The cool kids still sit in the back of the bus with their wide open business pages and the front seats are still occupied by the coke-bottle-glasses-wearing-geeks. Playground rules rock.

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day 11618: sausalitoThere's some kind of fishing boat hanging around in the bay below us. The fog in the distance rolled in with the sunrise and seems to have settled in for the day. For a brief moment stillness hangs in the air and I think for a split second that I am all alone and that if I try really hard, I can fly.

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day 11609: introducing the new schmuttWell, I finally broke the news to the maternal one that she was getting another grandfurkid. So, fair game... everyone gets to know that there's a new schmutt on the way. 17 days... and counting.

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day ?????: what the hell?I don't think it's humanly possible for anyone to be more disappointed in themselve than I am at this very moment.What the hell happened to me this past year? When did I lose control?

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day 11590: tornFor those of you who know me, you know that my dog is my life. I love that little ball of white fluff more than anything else in this world and I can honestly say that there have been times where she was the only thing I loved in this world. She's a fantastic puppy and if I could clone her without her heart condition, I would do it a million times over. She's been the best

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day 11587: my own kitchen nightmareI dreamt last night that I was competing on Iron Chef in a cook-off against some seasoned pros. Gordon Ramsey was one of the judges and went on and on about amateur chefs and started harshly criticizing my technique when it came to pan frying a piece of fish that refused to cook through. It was just fish, for god’s sake!Frustrated, I stormed out of Kitchen

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day11583: double standardsI find myself doing a double take every time I see a middle-aged asian woman standing outside smoking. It looks really out of place to me and I’m not sure why… well, maybe because all my asian chick ancestors are paragons of virtue and have no vices whatsoever. Or maybe they’re just really good at hiding whatever it is that they do.Just like I do.

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day 11581 11582: randomania 1. Apathy vs. EmpathyDarn this whole ESL business. Who knew that two little words would make such a big difference. Ok, I’m not really ESL and I didn’t actually use the words incorrectly, but to those who are and have, there’s a whole lot of difference between being apathetic and empathetic. i.e. You should be empathetic that I am apathetic as I no longer give a

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day 11580: echoes from the past “What a waste…”… of time… of money… it didn’t really matter. Five ex-students and only one remained minorly involved with music. The rest of us left our burgeoning musical careers far behind us in the dust of dreams and innocence. We waited for inspiration, but there wasn't any. There was only the requirement of accomplishment and the obligatory drive for

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day 11579: chasing the dream… the token Olympics post I’ve always wanted to be in the Olympics. Never mind that there isn’t a particular sport that I excel at (or am even half decent at, for that matter), I still want to live the dream. I want to walk amongst my fellow country(wo)men waving enthusiastically at hundreds of thousands of eye-blinding camera flashes. I know I’m just north of

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day 11578: take a pair of earplugs and a valium... and don't call me in the morningThere's nothing quite as disconcerting as a large group of pre-teens simultaneously shrieking, "OH MY GOD, THAT'S THE CUTEST DOG EVER!" just as you walk by.

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day 11572: why yes, i do suffer from colossal fingers in mouth disease!Text to Posie while standing in line waiting to pick up my now-fixed-formerly-possessed cellphone:"I'm standing in the slowest line in the world at the Rogers store..."20 minutes pass by... Said the Rogers guy to me, "Um, do you want to finish sending your text?"Darn... oops... forgot to hit delete. How's that for instant

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day 11565: what i've been doing instead of blogging

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day 11545: the stupid things we do because our brains are a little less overstimilated than usualIM to the coworker with the broken thumb:"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy... we're doing a cross Canada hitchhiking competition... wanna be on our team?"

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day 11543: where are you?I know you're there and I hear your call. But I didn't answer years back when you beckoned to me from England and I refuse to listen now that you tempting me from the misty green fields of Ireland.You devil. Why don't you just come here? Seriously. The signs are there. I'm not listening, but I feel it in my gut that I shouldn't be where I am now.

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day 11515: you know, cuz I don’t have a crapload of other things to think aboutDear Ma,I know that Sista’s wedding is coming up, and that’s the ONLY thing on your mind… but you know, I have a life too and I have other things to think about.So, when I call you to tell you that the cardiologist told me this morning that my darling Tootsie-pop’s prognosis was not good and that that she is only a

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day 11497: now i know what my parents went throughMy darling Princess Poop-a-lot, aka Tootsie-pop, aka Tootsie-loo has a heart murmur. That frickin sucks. She's not as invincible as we though and now who knows what will happen.Luckily, we caught it early so rounds of testing and treatment to be done asap. Maybe I should have sprung for the pet insurance when I had a chance... dammit.

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I wish I understood more about myself...I can’t tell you why I cry. Only that they aren’t always tears of joy or tears of happiness. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. I can’t. I don’t know why I cry. I don’t know why I feel the way I do. I don’t even know what it is that I feel; just an overwhelming urge to melt into a blubbering pool of wrinkled silk and snotty tissues. Some girls

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day 11451: beauty ballet school drop-outA couple of months ago, in a vow to shake things up a bit and step outside of our all-consuming self-confining boxes, TAB (former QWW) and I signed up for seven weeks of ballet classes. We were going to be the epitomes of Audrey Hepburn-esque grace, elegance and beauty. While she is addicted to Dancing With the Stars, this was going to be MY life changing

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day 11449: boredbored. bored. bore.d bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bore.d bore.d bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bpored. bored. bored. bored. bored bore. borel.d bptre. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bore.d bored. bored. bored. bore.d bored. bored. bored. bored. bored.

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day 11437: and now, the time is nearI've waited anxiously for the past few months for this day to come, and now that it's finally here, I'm not really ready to step out and make the little hole in the sky my home.I'm not packed. My little condo doesn't look like it's from the pages of a design magazine, and my kitchen-to-be is not even half the size of my current bakeshop in the basement. Soon

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day 11430: sometimes even I wonder what the heck I've been smokingI supposed I shouldn't have gorged myself at China Buffet King, but then again, it could have been the drugs I took before my nap that made me a little hallucinagenic... but, hey, I'm sicccckkkk and drugs are my best friend... BUT SUDDENLY, out of the wild blue yonder, I'm dreaming in technicolour and in music. I dreamt an entire

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day 11419: wishing on a star that i could still be far, far away

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day 11410: man oh man, i lead a hard lifeOff to surf Costa Rica. Back in a few.

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day 11403: please, please don't out meHere's the thing. I'm trying to get my cake business going, and I really don't want to have a crapload of people who know me reading this blog (including the maternal one). So I've taken my flickr link off this page and made it a smidge harder for people to find this. If you know me, please don't out me, cuz if you do, just remember, karma's a bitch and

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day 11401: jumping outside my boxTwo things I never thought I'd ever do:1) Go to an all asian networking function.2) Give up meat for Lent.Giving up meat was a lot easier.

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day 11397: my engrish.com

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day 11393: the bestest anti valentines day present ever!Thanks Kim!

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day 11390: newsflash... you live in canada... it snows hereSo it just took me over two hours to drive home from work. I missed my beach volleyball game and I sat behind a lot of idiot drivers with more money than brains. I'm tired, hungry, peeved off like nothing else, and argh... days like these I really wish I drove a convertible so I could throw snowballs at people who piss me off.Here's

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day 11388: disillusioned...... but trying not to be...

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day 11384: blasphemyschmassion says: give up sex for lent... i did.Posie says: good idea! but...aren't we supposed to give up something sacrificial? i.e. something we actually enjoy? schmassion says: give up foreplay

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day 11383: punk'dAs a child, I loved pulling pranks on people. Unfortunately, I wasn't the most creative crayon in the neighbourhood, so my pranks were really simple and really stupid... things like putting big white KICK ME signs on black chairs hoping that the teachers wouldn't see them.But the all time kicker... sticking new maxi pads onto classroom doors. Cuz, like, that was really gross

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day 11382: my ass needs a good breakupSome days I get tired of being single. Trips cost more when you’re on your own, there’s no one to drive you home or split a cab with after you’ve had a few too many, and showing up to family functions alone (again) is probably a fate worse than death.“Yes Grandma, I have friends… no Grandma, they’re not boys… no Grandma, there’s nothing wrong with me… yes

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