Hey, Bitches.

I knitted a button hole.

Fucking awesome, right?  I know.

Hey Bitches.

I put a bunch of new photos in my my photostream.

Hey Bitches.

I applied for a new job.  A fucking awesome new job!  I want it so bad.

Fingers crossed!

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Hey Bitches!

I just emailed a property owner about a cute apartment over by Rockwood Park.  This is your notice to cross your fingers for me.

Hey, Bitches!

I'm so happy!  Xmas is over!  Exclamation points!  Everywhere!  Yay!!!

I got some awesome shit, too.

I got an origami kit which you know I wanted for years.  I got a new cell phone, a cordless phone, digital batteries, apon bulbs, winter wipers, a big walmart gift card, a BULK BARN gift card, a $100 pay-as-you-go card, a cat organizer book, TWO things of slim jims, and a bag of like, stuff, like stuff that I use, shampoo and cleansers and shit.  I got all awesome shit!!!  Ha ha ha, and now Xmas is gone for another year!

Here's a photo of Sophi.  She doesn't hold still very well.

Hey Bitches.

The only thing I asked for was Xmas Eve off.

I didn't get it.

I posted a notice to switch my Xmas Eve shift for someone else's Xmas day shift and when I came in this morning my notice was gone.

So I was talking to my supe and saying Xmas Eve was the only day I wanted off, and poor me I could work Saturday or Xmas day for someone else and was it management that took my notice off the board or was someone inquiring?

Some guy was standing there at the right time and he said he'd take my Xmas Eve if I took his Xmas Day.

Huzzah Bitches! You shall all be subjected to my new blue cheese recipe! Whether you like it or not!

Hey Bitches!

Right now, I'm eating French toast that I fried in margarine that I'd previously used to fry bologna.  Not only it is like, holyfuckingshitballs awesome tasting?  It also turned out absofuckinglutely perfectly.  

The key to perfect French toast is this: turn the burner on high and let the pan heat up while you prep the eggs.  Whether you used one or two eggs(I like two eggs for two pieces of bread) don't add milk or water.  You may be tempted to but let the eggs do the work. 

When the pan is really, really hot, put the French toast in the pan and immediately turn the heat to low-medium.  Do NOT push down on the bread or flatten it, just patiently let it cook and keep an eye on it to ensure it's not burning.  Flip it when it's ready, let that side cook, and there you go.

Anyway Bitches, I'm going to Saint's Rest Beach tomorrow to check out the hiking trail.  If any Bitches wanna come, I'm gettin off from my fucking hellhole job at 1pm and I'll have my cell.

I know none of you will read this between now and then anyway, but the invitation is there.  Bitches.

Hey Bitches.

That trip to Seaside Park was fucking bitchin'!  I've never been there before and I didn't even know it existed.   Obviously I knew there was water there but I never, ever thought it would be so fucking rad!

You're all invited to check out my flickr page, Bitches.  You better fucking look at it, you know I need the attention.

Hey Bitches?

How come we don't go on a super-fantastic photographic expedition within Saint John? How come?

Go to Flickr.com. Check out the Saint John pool. You won't be sorry. Bitches are getting amazing shots right here in the city.

Those fucking bitches should be us.

Hey Bitches.

Guess what? I'm thinking of trying blue cheese again. For reals. I think I might like it.

If I ever get some extra money(ha ha ha!), I'm gonna find myself a really high rated recipe that calls for blue cheese and it's gonna be fucking awesome.

Ahhh!!!

AAAHHH!!!!

AAAARGHHHHH!!!!!

Hey Bitches!

Today is part three of four in the Voltron: How Could This Happen!!?? drama.  As much as I'm struggling with what's going on, I know I can stay strong.  It's almost over.

I dropped Voltron off at the dealership today.  She's having her brake pads and roters replaced.  I took the shuttle home and now I have to somehow get to work or get back to pick Voltron up, if she's done by 12:30.

This photo of Voltron at the nature park helps me remember all our good times together.

Hey Bitches.

Two pork tongues at Superstore for $1.78!

I'm going for it.

Hey, Bitches.

No photo today as I'm blogging from work.

Did you hear about Voltron? Voltron, my three-year-old car, failed inspection. I know.

The roters rusted to the point where they wore grooves into the brake pads, so the front roters and brake pads need to be replaced. Fucking sucks, Bitches!

That's three twenty plus tax I could put toward my mac. Although it's a good thing I have been saving up for the mac because at least I have money. If I wasn't saving up I don't know if I'd be able to even get Voltron fixed, man. Where would I be w/out my car?

The worst part is the giant orange rejection sticker. Sigh.

UPDATED WITH A PHOTO, BITCHES!

Hey, Bitches.

Oh, listen.  You will not EVER believe the K-y commercial I just saw.

Okay, it's called "Yours + Mine".

Okay?  With me so far?  Bitches, there is like a tube for the man and a tube for the woman, okay?

So the woman uses hers, and the man uses his, and then when they mix together(oh, shit that's funny) "something" happens.

I don't remember what it said exactly, but from what I remember of the graphics, it might be fizzy.

Like there's baking soda in one tube and vinegar in the other.

I can't even stand how funny that is.  Have a good one, Bitches.

Found it!

Hey Bitches!

Don't feel bad, click here!!!

Hey Bitches!

You know when you're working at one of those worthless fucking call centre jobs, and you just can't talk to the customer anymore?  And then you jokingly ask your co-worker to pretend they're  you and finish the job?

Sometimes that shit works, man!

So here's to Pete, my guy at work, for calling that motherfucker back for me.  

Thanks, Pete!

Hey Bitches!

Another rad day off for me.  

Voltron got washed, waxed, and armour-alled yesterday.   If you know me at all, you know I've been wanting to get her washed and shit for a while now.  It's harder when you only have one day off at a time, because you don't have one day for mellowing out, and one day for getting shit done.

Next things I need to do are: clean the inside of the windows, vacuum, and shine the tires.

Back to my awesome day off.  I went to the Dollarama and got a little bin for recycling and a little box for keeping my beads in.  I know, it IS very, very awesome.  Don't let your burning envy eat you up inside you Bitches.

You know what else? I also got a little package of sour cherry blasters, and the anticipation of eating them is the super-awesomest thing of all.

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Hey, Bitches, it sure does pay to recycle.

I was getting my recycling together and some of it was from last year, and I found a $25 Coles gift card!  I'm buying myself a present!!

So I got all my recycling done finally, got my exterior trim armour-alled finally, took a trip to the Irving Nature Park with my best friend, and had pizza for breakfast.  Awesome right?

Also, I'm about to find out how much I got paid today, then I can finalize my budget.

Right now I'm watching Tropic Thunder and I don't know why, but Tom Cruise is making me laugh.  Actually I do know why, Bitches.  This movie isn't half bad.

What a rad day off.