So when I got to work this morning, Shannon and Ivy and Sarah were all leaving the house for Tofino, as they'd forgotten to call me and tell me about the trip. Which was fine, although Shannon felt terrible about it because she's nice like that. I was happy to have the day off and already be up and out of the house before noon. And it's not like I've never forgotten to call her until the last minute (or worse, not at all) about changes in my schedule, especially when I first started working for her regularly and acted like a complete fuckwit about everything in the most irresponsible way possible. It's amazing she didn't fire my ass. So she's more than in the clear. Ivy has new Adidas Superstars in miniature, and I hope they have a good trip.
I headed over to Narcissist to visit Narns and ended up hanging around until almost three, getting us coffees and forgetting to make mine decaf, so that I was bouncing off of this hard little chair by the front desk for hours. It was good. I ended up buying a "perfect T" and the trendy little Eat.Shop.Vancouver book that made me want to eat. And shop. Half the places in that book I've never even heard of. I'm lame.
When I left, I left to find something to eat, because I'd skipped breakfast and lunch and the coffee was burning me, burning me so. I picked up Happy at the house and went to Terra Breads for a grape bread slice and a valentines cookie, then to the park where she shat consistently for an hour, seriously. I sat on the bleachers and practically choked from eating so fast. Happy can be weird at the park. She stares unnervingly at children and growls at tiny dogs with her hackles raised like a dorsal fin. People ask me her name and smile hesitantly when I tell them, unsure if I mean it ironically. Everyone assumes that I named her myself. I'm getting over that.
Back at home, my Amazon.ca order had finally arrived. Moomins and Krazy Kat. No sign of the GBA sp though, so I'm definitely putting a hit out.
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I always feel better when I hear stories about Happy attacking small dogs and what have you. I have started crossing the street if I see a puppy ahead, because I know that puppy=afternoon snack for Juniper.
Are you coming out for dinner tomorrow night? I am still a big city gal, damnit.
Those racist George Herriman comics in the "Art of" have a soporific effect. They will cool your buzz.
Kimi - Yeah, I'll be there on Wednesday. Do people living in Langley call Vancouver "downtown" like North Van kids do? We will be downtown, where all the lights are bright. Marc - Because racism always puts me to sleep. Baby, you see to the heart of me.
Some do. Others call it "Van."
I call it the City. Clearly, mine is the best.
North Van kids get such a bum rap. They have such symmetrical hair-dos!
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