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2007 saw...
The beginning of "classy on the inside" with my 23rd birthday extravaganza.
It saw the Carleton Charity Ball weekend in Ottawa.
It saw me getting my fab apartment, the first time I've truly lived on my own.
It saw new friends becoming a significant part of my life.
It saw me quitting my job of seven years.
It saw me happy at work with my new job, in my line of interest.
It saw debt reduction.
It saw honesty and openness for the first time in as long time.
It saw the multi colours, the Jew-fro, crew cut, Mohawk and beard.
It saw contacts and a drop of 60lbs.

2008 will see...
The resolve to drop another 40lbs.
The further drop in debt.
My return to school.
Travel, for the first time in my life.
More honesty, more friends, more freedom.
The resolve to cook more, if that's even possible.
The resolve to keep a visual record of my life.
A clean house. Literal and Figurative.

My heartfelt best to all of you in the new year!!

deadbolt

So, this is what happened to me yesterday...

I was working the night shift at the cafe. So I didn't have to be at work until 4:00. A whole morning to myself... what a luxury.
I slept in. I didn't even get out of bed until 8:30. It was a lazy kind of delicious. Then i made some breakfast, cleaned my apt. went out for coffee and did some grocery shopping. By this time it was close to lunch, so i descided to go to the hotel, as a staff member, i get a free meal. and i could use the healthclub.
I jogged the 20mins there, got the keycard from the front desk, and did about an hour of weights and a bit of cardio. not much because i was still a little hung over from the christmastime. Then I jogged 20mins home and went to have a shower.

Here's where it gets interesting...

I get out of the shower, and walk into my kitchen/bedroom/livingroom (the virtues of a bachelor's apartment), and there is an old man just sitting on my couch.
And did i mention that I was buck-naked?
This old man had walked into my place, thinking it was a friend of his. Heard the shower, and descided to wait patiently. He says to me, "I was looking for number 7..." so i yell back, "so you walk into number 13!!?!!"
at which point he leaves.

The moral of this story?

Always lock your door.

Ho Ho Ho

Merry Christmas to you.
Happy Holidays to the others.
I hope you had a great day.
I did.

choppy chop chop

rule number one of any kitchen...

BE CAREFUL.

there are a multitude of ways to injure yourself. has anyone seen the commercial about workplace safety where the woman scalds herself with boiling oil? well, the other prep cook took off the tips of two fingers when the food processor exploded as he was making coleslaw. he will be off work for two weeks, so i will therefore, understandingly, have less of a life than i currently do. so i will have been working 7 days a week for almost 9 weeks. at least my bills are getting all caught up. theoretically.
a cogeco mix up means i made payments to the wrong account. so i have to make 4 months of payment at once, because they have mailed me a $240 refund check for an old dormant account.
otherwise, i'm having a relatively skint christmas. good gifts, but on the cheap. everyone understands, but it hurts me because giving is the fun part. otherwise, i've been antisocial, and i apologise. this will return to regular posting in the new year. apparently the hotel business slows in january.
if i'm not back on soon, the warmest wishes to everyone over the holidays, whatever you celebrate. hanukkah ended last week, but everything else is in full swing. so the best to you all.

snowy

you'd think in climate weather would stop people from packing the hotel for brunch, wouldn't you?
i guess my omelets are just too good to pass up.
in other news, i just spent a whole day's pay on a sweet new tie.
damn my addiction to accessories.
hopefully we'll have some pics from tomorrow's hotel Christmas party where you can see me/it.
but no guarantees.
ps: way to call in the army TO. and you call yourselves Canadians...

isreal

banksy has done some new work.

its been in the news, so search it out if you want...

and enjoy an older piece.

(and one of the better known)

at first i was afraid...

(not really)
this is just a quick not to say that i survived the 22 days straight of working, as well as the endless days of double shifts that came at recent. tomorrow is my day off work. whatever shall i do? other than come to dreams at 9ish and go online to see what you all have suggested...

ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

one more day and 16 more hours untill i get to sleep.
i've been alternaing between giddy and lethargic all day.
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