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yourfriendsav asked: re: rash... could be stress hives. they come up looking like an allergic reaction. you've been crying (?) a lot and extremely stressed out to the point of panic and anxiety and your body is probably just showing it. you're gonna get something amazing soon. i know you're hearing this 50 times a day from people, but just know that there are people genuinely sending you positive vibes and will listen to/read you be upset. :) i'm rootin' for ya girl! something's gotta give soon.

This was a really nice thing to say. I’m so grateful for your kind words and good thoughts, Savannah.

Thank you. I mean it. xoxox

What a difference a day makes

Yesterday, internet people called something I wrote “disgusting” and “harsh”… and today, my post is being referred to as  ”witty, arty fun” that is “super cool” and “a joy to the eye, heart and brain”.

BACKSTREET’S BACK, BABY!

van-canucks:

“we dont need the cup, we just need to clean up”

That’s better.

I spent a restorative afternoon in my crocheted Kosturova bikini sipping adult beverages on the grass at Kits Beach with a friend and her long-haired dachshund, Finnegan, smoking surreptitious bowls and watching some wacky fitness people with hot asses do couples stretching, and now I am eating chips and salsa.

If you circle all the words that are right with that sentence, you’ll get some serious spirograph art.

It’s not that I don’t have people I can wish Happy Mother’s Day

I will be doing that later. But my stepmom is probably doing something lunchy with my stepsister (she’s obviously the good child to my wicked one - j/k, but not really)… and I never want my grandma to be able to hear that I’ve been crying.

WE. FUCKING. DID. IT.

We beat the Blackhawks in overtime. That sentence barely encapsulates a cunthair of the jubilation that’s being felt in this city tonight.

So incredibly emosh right now. Best Game 7 (and most would agree, the best game in the 40 yr Canucks franchise) in as long as I can remember. When Burrows scored the game winner in OT, the entire Cambie Pub (packed like it hadn’t been since Olympic hockey) erupted in 30 straight minutes of mass euphoria, just like the moment Canada won Olympic hockey gold. (A lot of folks said this particular grudge match was almost like “City Olympics”). There’s a reason I keep saying it’s our year. It’s because it IS.

And everyone in Vancouver (including the team) knows it’s just going to get better. Never been more proud to be a Vancouverite.

And in case I forget to say this tomorrow, fuck you, Vince Vaughn.

HOW’S OUR ASS TASTE, BEANIE?

Yeesh.

Sorry, guys. I really am a huuuge baby. But I’m going to stick with the original idea of putting my writing over on the Hezblog and leaving this place for the images and reblogs and shit. If you find that you dig my shtick, I invite you to follow both.

I think I’ll be posting my own writing somewhere else for a while.

juliasegal:

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Things that make today a brighter day:
The fact that it is literally a brighter day out there. Yesterday we had crazy windstorms and rain going horizontally. I am not exaggerating. And today, it looks and feels like spring has just blown into town. Crocuses and daffodils, y’all. Spring is my jam. Don’t even get me started on blossoming trees.
Housesitting for Anna in the huge Gastown warehouse space I’ve lived/worked/partied in on and off over the last 5 years, immediately next door to my old office at Terminal City and in the same block as 3 previous workplaces, including The Cambie. Walking to get this coffee, I was greeted by name by the manager of the same, (a delightful lass who shares my name - we Heathers are generally quite awesome, despite what the film would have you believe), as well as my barstool brother Mr. Chi Pig of SNFU, who - despite probably being only halfway through his first beer of the day (it’s barely noon here, give the man time) - still remembered enough to call after me and ask if I’d found my purse, for which I blew him a kiss of thanks as I continued down the hill to my chosen Starbs.
Even after today’s Venti americano (no room, cream is for wusses - just grab me some sugar and drive), I still have $6 on one of 2 Starbscards I’ve been working since Xmas. I also managed to score enough weed from a friend to enjoy “Vancouver breakfast” (aka the “Vancouver Speedball”: coffee + BC bud)
The other roommates at the warehouse are listening to good music and only using power tools occasionally. It could be (and has in the past been) SO much worse. I am not hung over, the music is not awful, and the power saw and drill are not constant. And if it does get worse, a friend gave me a couple of relaxy pills (which I will probably have for 6 months or more, since I generally prefer the organic experience). They’re also super nice, so nobody’s bothering anybody in this Fonzie den.
There’s enough food around here for a substantial lunch, and what do you know? GLAMOROUS COCKTAIL PARTY LATER TONIGHT to which I was invited by a darling PR friend. (Pee arr, darling.) Obviously I am in dire need of some glamourizing, but lucky for me, I’m housesitting for a fashion designer.

Things that make today a brighter day:

  • The fact that it is literally a brighter day out there. Yesterday we had crazy windstorms and rain going horizontally. I am not exaggerating. And today, it looks and feels like spring has just blown into town. Crocuses and daffodils, y’all. Spring is my jam. Don’t even get me started on blossoming trees.
  • Housesitting for Anna in the huge Gastown warehouse space I’ve lived/worked/partied in on and off over the last 5 years, immediately next door to my old office at Terminal City and in the same block as 3 previous workplaces, including The Cambie. Walking to get this coffee, I was greeted by name by the manager of the same, (a delightful lass who shares my name - we Heathers are generally quite awesome, despite what the film would have you believe), as well as my barstool brother Mr. Chi Pig of SNFU, who - despite probably being only halfway through his first beer of the day (it’s barely noon here, give the man time) - still remembered enough to call after me and ask if I’d found my purse, for which I blew him a kiss of thanks as I continued down the hill to my chosen Starbs.
  • Even after today’s Venti americano (no room, cream is for wusses - just grab me some sugar and drive), I still have $6 on one of 2 Starbscards I’ve been working since Xmas. I also managed to score enough weed from a friend to enjoy “Vancouver breakfast” (aka the “Vancouver Speedball”: coffee + BC bud)
  • The other roommates at the warehouse are listening to good music and only using power tools occasionally. It could be (and has in the past been) SO much worse. I am not hung over, the music is not awful, and the power saw and drill are not constant. And if it does get worse, a friend gave me a couple of relaxy pills (which I will probably have for 6 months or more, since I generally prefer the organic experience). They’re also super nice, so nobody’s bothering anybody in this Fonzie den.
  • There’s enough food around here for a substantial lunch, and what do you know? GLAMOROUS COCKTAIL PARTY LATER TONIGHT to which I was invited by a darling PR friend. (Pee arr, darling.) Obviously I am in dire need of some glamourizing, but lucky for me, I’m housesitting for a fashion designer.
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