...And Bubbles!

My trip was loverly, but I shan't elaborate for reason both unknown and known all too well.

I will tell this story, though...
Once, someone was trying to open a bottle of cheap gas station wine with a cheap ten dollar corkscrew. They pulled and pulled, and tugged and tugged, and when that joyous moment erupted with a 'pop', I looked up to see not an open bottle of wine, but, a corkscrew in two pieces. Someone, I think, is hiding a secret metal shredding super power.

Work is becomming kinda sucky. The labour budget is extremely low, and as a result no one is getting any hours. I don't really care, because I get to eat, but still, I'd like that my only shift for two weeks not be simply attending a staff meeting - not that it's even that bad that my only shift for two weeks be one I can attend drunk. Still. I'd kinda like to not be really, super poor so I can maybe take someone out or something.

Danielle, while telling a story about waffer cookies the other day, told me that her mother explained to her that she had obviously never had to understand what it's like to be truly hungry. I thought fondly back to the times I ate only rice and canned tuna, to the times I snuck pizza pockets from Smatthew's freezer stash, to the moments I thought, 'wow, cheese is really expensive', and...I'm glad I can have cheese whenever I want. I am really thankful, actually.

Natalie is finally gonna get her birthday time in Toronto!!! Weeee! I can't remember at all what it was like the first time I went to the Dance Cave, but, I hope to live vicariously through little Doroslovac. Hopefully Susie will be nice to her and give her extra booze...she's a nice old lady, that Susie.

Retro Quote of the Moment: I AM DINOSAUR!!! (Smashy, not really.)