jeanpaul_shabaz

lastunicorne @ 10:49 am: i am exhausted.
all the time.

help?

lastunicorne @ 10:22 am: happy holidays?
so this year wasn't exactly ideal in any way, shape or form.

had to get up early to bring the dante home
go back, do brekky and stockings
come home to do gifts with kev
go back for dinner...only to arrive 2 hours early, so sleep.
then right in time for dinner rory+gf+baby arrive and are there for the whole meal
don't go see grandma
sit and watch lie to me while having dessert.
get home, walk the pup and be scared shitless by the police.
have nightmares about police all night.

merry christmas everyone.

i'm starving & i have a dog to walk, but i don't feel safe walking him.

still have to send stuff to auz.

need to clean the apt, desperately.

am not happy here.

i'm ghost.

kyasuriin @ 02:42 pm: merry Christmas! :)
I don't actually have a Christmas icon this year but happy Panic boys are practically like Christmas, yes?

I am now the proud owner of a Kitchen Aid food processor so Toronto girls can be expected to be invited up for soup in the new year (well, everyone is invited, they're just the ones who are most likely to show). Other swag include fleece sheets (fleece! I'm going to be soooo warm) and a chocolate scrabble game that I'm looking forward to eating. Erm, I mean playing.

Right now I'm drinking Cosmos with the parents while we wait for their friends to arrive but I escaped to the basement to jot off a quick post.

Thanks for all the well wishes & cards that have arrived! I'm fairly certain I thanked everyone individually but this is another thank you. It brightens the day when I come home to mail. I hope that you guys got the cards I mailed out, too. I know at least a couple people have. \o/

So yes. Hope everyone is having a great day and if you're not, do something to make it better! A little Beatles goes a long way, you know :)

Tags: christmas

lastunicorne @ 08:47 pm: not so hot.
the last few days have been pretty terrible here at The Apartment.

i don't think i want to go into detail.
but it all involved/s the best little doggie i've ever met in my life.
and it all absolutely shatters my heart into a bazillion tiny pieces.
and it makes me sick to my stomach.
and also makes me want to kill people.
so anyways....
it's not been very nice.

work has been slow.

kevin moves in soon...which i'm actually super excited about.
and i can't wait for our 4 days off, if for nothing else other than getting to clean this filthy place from top to bottom.
and to re-organize it as we bring him into the mix.
i love re-organizing.
so satisfying.

have been exploring more about 'the community'
around here, and just taking in more general info.
and i'm so glad that i finally have, not only a supportive partner, but an actively participating partner.
i really feel quite positive about the future.

unfortunately it's all the bits between now and then that are probably going to suck goat's balls.
but it's the price i have to pay i guess.

now i need to find some way to entertain myself so i don't focus on all the bad stuff happening right now...

:(

i'm ghost.

ghastlycomic @ 04:05 am: I'm a renegade! Or... reneGAYed...
Man, I got bounced from the club again for violation of dress code. This one bouncer really seems to take exception to my fabulousness. I was told my t-shirt had sleeves too short in length to be fitting attire for a man and thus was to remove myself from the club until such time as I had rectified the problem. I told him I had worn this very t-shirt to the club on many occasions but I was informed that tonight was a "special night" and my shirt just wasn't manly enough.

So a quick trip down the street to the Walmart and I returned with this.



Yeah bitches! Check out those mutha fugga sleeves! They're so long and manly they need holes for the thumbs to go through. Those freakin' things almost go up to my knuckles! I defy you to deny the manliness of the length of my sleeves now Mr. Bouncer Man. These sleeves makes me so manly that if I were to spit on the ground testicles would grow where it lands.

And what's cool with this pic is the shadow cast by the track lighting makes it kind of look like I'm wearing a domino mask. Yeah! I'm CAPTAIN LONGSLEEVES bitch! With super masculine long sleeve action.

So I gave a little tug on my sleeve and nod to the bouncer as I re-entered the club. Since he was wearing a short sleeved shirt he had no choice but to submit to my superior manliness.

So you want to know what wasn't a violation of dress code?

I'm wearing my favorite 501s. I got them second hand and they were unbelievably soft, almost like well worn flannel. The softness caused a failure of one of the legs which tore just under my butt cheek. No problem, I fixed it with some eyelets and funky shoe laces and it actually looked pretty cool. So I'm dancing tonight and I hear a little rip. I reach back and feel that the other leg has a hole in it now too. No problem I'll fix it when I get home tonight and all will be well. So I'm dancing away and its suddenly getting a little breezy. I get home tonight and discover my jeans have suffered a catastrophic failure of the structural integrity.



While they looked just like an ordinary pair of jeans in the front the entire rear has become some sort of bizarre miniskirt thing as the crotch has been completely severed and the rear leg is only held on one side by my previous lacing. My ass and purple bikini briefs are hanging out on full view.

Apparently nobody had a problem with this as I wasn't told wearing a half-jean half-miniskirt combination wasn't a violation of the rules of manliness required to gain entry into the club.

I think this shall be it for my beloved 501s. I have another pair but this one was my favorite for its softness, which I suppose was its own undoing. Perhaps I can turn them into a ragged denim miniskirt or something but it's going to take a lot of work to make them a pair of pants again. I will miss you soft 501s and all the ass grabbings you got me.

ghastlycomic @ 05:51 pm: My head asploded
Cute overload.

lastunicorne @ 10:09 pm: i wish i had more time.
been a while, again.

update:
-am babysitting a little critter named dante. he's a "lab/boxer cross" ;) ;) and he's absolutely wonderful :)
-went to london to visit the carebear - our first visit in over a year.
-still have not sent xmas shtuff to auz. i am a failure.
-my 'arthritis' (or whatever the f it is) is not getting any better. but getting massages from chad is awesome!
-have spent more money than i have so far this season.
-but! (the big news)...
kevin is moving in in january, so his rent will bring me another source of income/a rent break, so i'll be able to afford what i've bought AND i just realized that i have 2 more paydays before rent is due (rather than the ONE i thought i had!)!!!
oh, and my health benefits have yet to come back for the massage and my new glasses.
-also, jj is in town, as well as the squasha, and i really really hope i'll be able to see them.
-am no longer captivated by the jules in any way shape or form. thank god.

would like to comment more on some things here, but i just don't have any mental peace a.t.m. :(

i'm ghost.

ps- sex is great! :D

ghastlycomic @ 04:55 am: Little plastic cars.
Back when I was a kid, every summer I would go up to Pembroke to my Uncle's cottage on Cotnam Island. My grandmother used to buy these big bags full of plastic cars. The cars were maybe an inch or less in length, made out of a thin, single piece of single colour plastic with no moving parts. In the bag would be an assortment of cars from the 20s to the 60s and my siblings and cousin would divide the cars amongst us starting with cars there were multiple copies of until we got to the cars there were only one or two of each taking turns picking a car. After all the cars had been distributed we'd trade one another for cars we really wanted. Then we'd make cities in the sand and play with the cars for the rest of the summer. Many a plastic car no doubt lies buried deep in the sand of that island's beach. The same company also sold bags of airplanes which we often got as well. The cars and planes each had their names embossed on them. I remember the '59 corvette and The Spirit of St. Louis being two of the highly sought after and rare vehicles in their packs.

Does anyone else remember such a toy from their childhood? Are they still manufactured today?

The plastic was similar to the plastic Green Army Men are made out of, rigid but somewhat flexible. The cars and planes were in multiple colours. I've been trying to find the cars online but have had no luck.