It's Brad Pitt's Fault

So apparently Brad Pitt is in town filming The Assassination of Jesse James. Well, good on you dude, but seriously, you're making me late for class every day. Every Damn Day.

The entire downtown area is one big clogged sinkhole thanks to you. The buses are rerouted all over the place, all the traffic is going down one street and one street only, and really, Winnipeg's downtown just ain't that big.

All because you and yours just couldn't stay in Vancouver where you belong.

I better get an Angelina Jolie sighting out of this.

The Death of an iPod

That is one sad looking iPod. Sad-sac Whitey.
I think Whitey has gone to the great Apple Storage Facility in the sky. Which means, it is now time to stop relying on an iPod that was given to me by an ex-boyfriend and time to get one of my very own.

Except for that pesky money thing. Maybe I can sell my soul on eBay in order to pay for it? Like that one chick did? Or maybe not. I think citrusboy already has jurisdiction over in that area.

Well, if I ever accumulate enough money, like maybe playing some lottery numbers (4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42 anyone?), then should I get a shuffle or a nano? Black or white? 2GB or 4GB? Oh the choices!

By the way, you can send any donations to winnipeg_damsel@yahoo.ca and I will send you a picture of me and my brand-new iPod, most likely in the midst of a snowstorm. All for free! Can you beat that deal?

School of Idiocy

You know, I don't appreciate being tested on my ability to read minute. Isn't the whole idea of setting a test to assess the ability of how well the taker can retain relevant information?

Happy Thanksgiving!

I've been sick for the past week now and just can't seem to shake it. I was feeling better on Saturday so we went out to a party where I got tanked. Then I woke up the next morning with a whole bunch of new symptoms - though now I see that drinking probably wasn't the brightest idea and may have been my downfall.

Thus on Monday, I woke up feeling like you would have to scrape me off the bed to get me out of it and promptly sent citrusboy off for anything that would stop me from sticking a turkey thermometer into my head.

He came back with this:
I've never tasted this before, but let me tell you here and now, I have never tasted anything so filthy and vile in all my life. Buckley's smells like a mixture of cat piss and hair dye and tastes like Vicks Vaporub. Since the main ingredients consist of camphor, menthol, pine needle oil, and tincture of capsicum, why am I surprised? I won't subject you to the photo citrusboy managed to take as it went down the hatch - I fear it may break your monitors. You know it's not a good sign when one whiff clears your sinuses for the rest of the day.

So sinuses cleared, I went about making lunch and dinner. For lunch we had wine and cheese which was very yummy, until a certain Cow Kitty decided that only he should partake.
This year I decided to try the PETA Vegan Nut Roast instead of turkey. Gasp, the horror, the horror, I know. But really, those damn birds are just too big. It wasn't bad, but I'm not convinced I would make it again.
We had some pie and then rolled over and died from too much food.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Welcome to: Hell on Skis

Picture it: Sicily 19-

No, no, just kidding.

Seriously though, picture this: leaves still on the trees, some green, some orange; grass still valiantly green; bushes and shrubs still fluffy and full; random flowers bravely holding up their heads.

Then, picture it all covered by a BLIZZARD. In early October.
Oy, woe is me.

Breach of the Penguins

Breach alert! Breach alert! There's been a huge Penguins violation. Methinks I need to get a new shower curtain. It was a doomed love affair from the start.

And thank you Fatty, for the extra-large watering holes. I mean, I agree with you: the bathroom floor looked just a little bit too dry for my taste as well.