June 18 2002

May 28

Welp… i finally got my K1 interview!! If all goes well, on June 18 you will be crossing your fingers, toes and any other crossable parts, and I will get my visa. One week later, the monkey will drive to Canada to pick me and my worldly possesions up and wisk me off to my new home in Houston.
Finally.
/exhale

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I Taste Like Peanut Butter

May 28


What Flavour Are You? I taste like Peanut Butter.I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I’m not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You?
(If I was not Peanut Butter I would be Sugar.)

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Death Rebirth And Personal.Frustrations

May 23

Today I looked into finding a way to get Maggie, myself and my stuff down to Houston. When I went to Air Canada today, they were selling tickets for the end of June for over a thousand bucks… and that doesn’t include maggie’s fair or the cost of shipping my stuff. U-haul, on the other hand, will rent me a 14ft truck for 7 days for about 1200. It’s only 26 hrs, which works out to 2 1/2 days, but John and my mom think it’s a bad idea for me to drive all that way alone. *sigh*
Yesterday, I called the US Consulate and they haven’t booked my interview yet, but they say it will be booked within 2 weeks.
It’s a beautiful day here today, so I took Mag’s for a walk to Bellwoods where I drank coffee and pondered E’s impending death while the dog sniffed tree trunks. I saw him on tuesday and took a long hard look for the first time in over a year. He is skin and bones, nodding off at the subway – and sick for at least a month now. Db told me it’s called wasting syndrome and that the mild symptoms that come and go when one is healthy, tend to be the ailments that cause the most suffering in the end.
What bothers me most is that I’m no longer his friend, and his terminal illness won’t change things. That and the fact that we’re not even sure he’s sick as opposed to strung out. I’m turning into one of those people who wants him to hurry up and die so we can get on with our lives… and I wanted to be here for the people that will be affected the most by his death. It’s one of those things you have to try not to think about.
And people wonder why I don’t blog much these days.

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Must Be Spring

May 17

The most wonderful spring breeze is blowing in my window and it must be break time because the bash and grind sounds of construction have quieted.

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Moving

May 16

Last night John moved into our new apartment! It’s smaller than either of our one bedrooms, but it’s on the ground floor and it looks out onto the pool and tropical garden. Here’s pics, if you haven’t seen them yet:

John is really happy about the new place, so I’m even more excited to get down there and make it our home. How domestic of me.
The other day I wrote a big long post about the medical exam I had to do for my visa… but I decided to spare you all the details and tease Sabby and Matt instead. I can’t wait to be there so I can tease them in person while I kick their asses playing mech warrior at Dave and Busters. ;)

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O.M.G

May 15

Matt took Sabby to the waterfall!! Ok maybe that has no meaning for y’all… but how about this… he’s got her listening to Flickerstick and she *hearts* them!!
Matt, please step away from the girl…

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Confession

May 09

I miss my GM site alot. As much as I appreciate blogger, it’s not the same. Maybe it’s just me. Dunno. I do know that I don’t feel even remotely as enthusiastic about this site. Even if I do love the whole design/layout part of it.
On an unrelated note, I sent my checklist into the Consulate in Montreal. Now I just have to get 5 more headshots and attend my med exam next week. Then I wait for my interview. Oh, and today I pick up my passport.
On another unrelated note: I find all this talk of Matt being “dead sexy” to be quite disturbing. Furthermore, if those in question are not going to fully expand on such comments in an uncensored, blog/livejournal/pitas medium, then STFU. *wink* Matt, himself, can’t deny that no one likes a tease.

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Forget I Said Anything

May 07

I had a big discussion with some people last night about what qualifies someone as a friend. Strange, how some people wouldn’t dream of considering an online bud a “real friend.” Or strange to me at least. The conversation was kind of heated at times, mostly because I include myself in that group known as “those internet people,” which seems to be a target for generalizations. So we talked about the levels of trust and the different kinds of friends and when does an online friend become a real friend and blah blah blah. There were many differences of opinion.
I stand by the things I said in my earlier post, but I’ll be dropping the issue. Call me selfish or whatever the hell you like. I’m just going to do what’s easiest for me, because… well, that’s what is easiest for me.
On the lighter side of things….
agent27: gotta try not to act like a nutbar and keep it together
BD: But you are a nutbar. ;-)
BD: And besides, if I recall, nutbars are designed to keep together. That’s what makes it a bar.

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And Now For Some Drama

May 06

I didn’t chase Dayna and I’m sure as hell not going to chase you. If you’re never going to talk to me, you can expect the same in return. You can give whatever excuses reasons you want, but it’s a 2-way street, bud. You never say shet to me these days, nm an email to give me a heads up, and then you have the nerve to whine about no-shows. And might I add, still whining about no-shows, even tho (to my knowledge) it’s done. Pfft.
Funny, how you get so turned off by other people changing, but you seem to be allowed to do whatever the hell you like with out explanation.
I can’t shake the feeling that I’m paying the price for someone else’s mistakes.
/drama
/effort

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Title Goes Here

May 06

The nice weather has finally arrived and I’m so happy to be able to spend my last days in T.O. basking in the wonderfulness that is spring.
This morning I took Maggie over to Sam’s to pick up a coffee before heading off on our extended walk. We crossed over the Bathurst Bridge and went past the abandoned Daily Bread Food Bank, the abandoned Molson Brewery and the abandoned TipTop building which now sports an enormous banner that screams “Coming Soon!! TipTop Lofts!!” Kind of sad to think that when I finally return to Toronto, all the architectural icons of my childhood will be lofts and all the beautiful old houses will be torn down to make way for Victorian Townes.
Anyway, Maggie was pretty worn out from walking around in the sun with Deb and kids yesterday (it was her 7th doggie birthday), so I let her tag along behind me sans leash, as we strolled past the Fort York Armory and across the little bridge into the Fort York park. We stopped for a minute to stare at sleeping homeless people, curled up under the Stachan Street Bridge. Normally, we walk across that bridge, over the old RR tracks, but today I wanted to walk through the park and play sticks with Mags. After that we skipped over to Helmutt’s to pick up dog food before strolling along trendy Queen West on our way back home.
Visa stuff is coming along, and I’m trying not to miss people I haven’t yet left behind.
I took the “Whats Your Type” survey as seen on Sab’s site, and I wasn’t surprised to find out that my type is “goofball.” I also took the P*rn Starlet Survey a while back and I was Briana Banks: You’re the p*rn fan’s ultimate dream; gorgeous face, incredible body, unbelievable tits & as nasty as hell! Guess you’d have to ask the goofball to verify the accuracy of that one.

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