it wasn’t me (say it like you’re shaggy)

did you even figure it out? that last post? mysterious header? why would i put an H in my name? clearly i know how to spell my own name, at the very least. this puzzle is more complicated than that da vinci code crap. courtesy of my first guest blogger and likely my only reader.

in the (calhoun) news:
on thursday i’m having my wisdom teeth removed, all 4, all impacted, all drugged up i will be. i’m kinda looking forward to the getting-high-legally part, not looking forward to the anxiety, pain, and recovery. i have firefly the first and only season to watch over the may 2-4 weekend. giant bruised face. i will take pictures. i will post them.*

in sadder and no less painful news, michelle a., my favourite second floor non-sibling resident, is leaving for b.c. at the end of the month. in her honour, a golden moment remembered:

in more perplexing news (how are my segues doing?), i have now received two late-night text messages from a mysterious someone from the past (whose identity is known to me but not to the interweb). both texts were song lyrics: leonard cohen, violent femmes. having decided not to turn into a violent femme myself, i’d like to respond in kind. suggestions of appropriate lyrics are welcome. all i can think of is the Spice Girls‘ classic “Stop right now/thank you very much.” I’m being a bit unkind and unfair; it’s nice to have funny undecipherable messages every month or so. keep em coming.

my reading frenzy came to an end. i’m waiting on a list of books to read from michael (i’ve asked for a crash course in his kind of fiction). last thing i read was how happy to be and mainly i just want other people to read my copy so i didn’t spend close to $25 for one evening of booky entertainment. i was slighly hungover wandering queen west and feeling like i had to buy something. i ended up with that book after a brief browse in pages. i think it was the bathroom stall ads for the book that put me over the edge.

i had never guessed the gender of a baby in utero before but today i found out that i guessed adrienne’s right. she gave me the impression she was having a boy when she didn’t think it or know it. and she is. so i have a 100% accuracy rate. in case any of y’all need an unborn baby’s gender guessed. (you can figure out born babies’ genders yourself.) britney baby number two: girl. ok, that was based on tabloid info on her recent purchases at baby stores. but still. it counts.

what a long post. can you even believe it? i can’t. i wish episode 16 of season 2 of Veronica Mars would hurry up and download. (i just wanted to include my fav show in this entry.) speaking of awesomated shows that bring me great joy, perhaps too much, hopefully the latter half of this evening will be spent with Miss Rudnick watching Buffisodes. Quel joie.

Erin told me to download the song “Constant Lover” by Magneta Lane. I recommend you do the same.


*please allow 6-8 weeks for aforementioned pictures to be posted. i’m not a good blogger.


2 thoughts on “it wasn’t me (say it like you’re shaggy)

  1. i thought something was fishy – was it tash? i am still a reader i just had no idea you had continued. i guess i better jump on the bandwagon. if i could ever find a minute. i will be thinking of you on thursday bunny.

  2. i am very complimented that whoever commented last thought the mystery blogger was me, (except the part about spelling crissy’s name with an ‘h’. no christ spelling for me.) as well,i am again excited that tomorrow will feature a visit to 201 pearson and post-op crissy, (aka godfather chipmunk). woo hoo for crissy, erin, tash and buffy all together again.

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