ive always been a guys girl. you know. the girl thats one of the guys. thats code for, the girl that never cared how she looked. and sometimes i love it. but as of lately ive just enjoyed being a girl! hehe! i actually think about what im going to wear. i paint my nails. and i take extra care of my skin!! its brilliant. right now my bathroom smells like a freaking day spa thanks to the various cleansing products i just used!! hehe now i understand why girls take an hour in the washroom. no lie, my skin is softer than a baby's bottom.
am i a doormat for people who intimidate me. yes. i am afraid of people. not a lot of people. oh but there are people i fear. fear of them judging me (which is funny considering im usually the one doing all the judging!) i stumble on my words. i laugh out of nervousness. hmms.. old habits die hard.
there are these girls that shop at my store on the regular. i call them the trio. they all look the same: long and lean, sleek hair, tight jeans, and decked out as if theyre going to the clubs. ya. you know those girls.. THOSE girls. they make me laugh. although i really cant say theyre terrible people. i dont know them. for all i know they could have a PhD in molecular biology... or theyre high school graduates who live off their drug dealer boyfriends. moral of the story, they are pretty girls. but they are not special. in our younger years we try to fit in and wear what everyone else is wearing. well, over time ive learned that different is good. DIFFERENT is special.
i hate day two. ladies, you know whats up.
oh, happy canada day. sadly i had to work. missed out on all the fun in downtown vancouver. heard there were parades. heard there was a lot of weed passed around too. i kinda wished i got off my lazy ass and watched the fireworks. then again, celebration of lights is less than a month away. seen one fireworks show - seen them all.
its been decided that i need a new cell phone. i dropped mine again when i got out of my car. and by car i mean truck. and by drop i mean a very far distance. i jump when i have to enter my vehicle. sad, but true.
i seem to have forgot that i have unopened bills on my desk. my bills need to be paid by friday. damn. imagine how id do with a mortgage. FUCK LIFE. ive forgotten to pay once again for my MSP. someone really needs to remind me...
