Today, work was actually fun. Yeah, it was still data entry, but it involved compiling a list of victims from a certain crime show. Which is kind of morbid, if you think about it (especially when I had to email my boss to ask, 'Hey, do you want just the murder victims or all victims? Like... some of them are just kidnapped, whereas most are kidnapped, raped and THEN murdered.'), but it was certainly more exciting than compiling contact info for market researchers across Canada and the US.
Hmm. I hope that paragraph doesn't violate my non-disclosure agreement.
Anyway, enough about that. This weekend was non-stop action and adventure. Well, okay, maybe I was just *watching* non-stop action and adventure at some points, but I did go out on a quest to find used clothing that wasn't black and generally succeeded. I bought two pairs of pants and a skirt that are charcoal grey, but that's not black now, is it? I also bought a blue Hawaiian-print wrap skirt that looks totally 1950s Housewife, a cobalt blue shift dress to make me look semi-professional in hot weather, and a purple scarf that would also make me look 1950s Housewife-ish if I had bought the ridiculously oversized Jackie O sunglasses. I held off on the sunglasses, at kaff's urging. She is probably right that they make me look ridiculous, but then again, when have I ever claimed to be elegant?
Someone once told me I would need to 'de-funkify' my wardrobe. I refused to part with my lime green terrycloth dress, though. So now my wardrobe is partly conservative and partly funk. I never quite know what to wear on daytime dates, though, cus it seems like everything remotely dressy I own is *too* dressy. Or else ho-like in the light of day. Must be all the black.
But enough girly clothing talk. Except to say that I commissioned kaff to make me a Cyndi Lauper skirt like the ones we saw in Eva B's. And I tried on a fish-print jumpsuit from the 1970s there, much to the delight of the staff, who insisted that it didn't make me look ridiculous OR fat and that I should buy it immediatement. I declined, both on the grounds of poverty and good taste. Though with the glittery Elton John sunglasses, it sure did make me look like a weirdo.
Frankly, if I am going to buy peculiar clothing, I would prefer it to be 1950s-esque prom dresses with lots of tulle and taffeta, or mod-style stewardess dresses made of polyester. I'm not sure why I am drawn to these styles, but I suspect it has something to do with Audrey Hepburn.
OKAY! NO MORE CLOTHING TALK!!
The rest of my weekend was spent with boys who like AC/DC. We watched several music videos by the Australian cock-rockers, plus Withnail and I and Black Belt Jones. These are totally masculine movies. One of the lines the tough female, Sydney, has in BBJ is, 'I'll make you look like a sick faggot!' before she proceeds to kick the ass of everyone in the room. She also slaps BB and asks him, 'What are you, some kinda faggot?' after he tries to politely request a shag before she returns to New York. I'm not sure why she takes off her shoes before she opens her can of whup-ass, but that's the logic of Black Belt Jones for you.
Withnail and I involves a great deal of drinking. In fact, the main character is such a filthy drunk (and so broke-ass poor) that he resorts to drinking lighter fluid before demanding antifreeze as well. You shouldn't try this if you run out of sherry, however, because he ends up puking on his flatmate's shoes. And when you have to deodorize your shoes before going down to the pub, you're in danger of being called a ponce, and then you'll have to run like hell, which is just such a wrench in an afternoon of alcoholism.
I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, so I think it may be time to head home. I deposited my money order from work on Saturday, but apparently my bank still thinks I am broke and refuses to let me withdraw cash at the ATM. Looks like it's ramen noodles for me! Either that or baked beans. I bought some completely random groceries the other day: 2 cans baked beans, 1 container of yogurt, 1 loaf of bread, and a giant bag of peanuts in shells. What was I thinking?!
Finally, my roommate is outta town tonight and tomorrow. She's off camping in the Laurentians, which sounds like fun. I've got the place to myself... anyone up for Trivial Pursuit or hot sex?
Hmm. I hope that paragraph doesn't violate my non-disclosure agreement.
Anyway, enough about that. This weekend was non-stop action and adventure. Well, okay, maybe I was just *watching* non-stop action and adventure at some points, but I did go out on a quest to find used clothing that wasn't black and generally succeeded. I bought two pairs of pants and a skirt that are charcoal grey, but that's not black now, is it? I also bought a blue Hawaiian-print wrap skirt that looks totally 1950s Housewife, a cobalt blue shift dress to make me look semi-professional in hot weather, and a purple scarf that would also make me look 1950s Housewife-ish if I had bought the ridiculously oversized Jackie O sunglasses. I held off on the sunglasses, at kaff's urging. She is probably right that they make me look ridiculous, but then again, when have I ever claimed to be elegant?
Someone once told me I would need to 'de-funkify' my wardrobe. I refused to part with my lime green terrycloth dress, though. So now my wardrobe is partly conservative and partly funk. I never quite know what to wear on daytime dates, though, cus it seems like everything remotely dressy I own is *too* dressy. Or else ho-like in the light of day. Must be all the black.
But enough girly clothing talk. Except to say that I commissioned kaff to make me a Cyndi Lauper skirt like the ones we saw in Eva B's. And I tried on a fish-print jumpsuit from the 1970s there, much to the delight of the staff, who insisted that it didn't make me look ridiculous OR fat and that I should buy it immediatement. I declined, both on the grounds of poverty and good taste. Though with the glittery Elton John sunglasses, it sure did make me look like a weirdo.
Frankly, if I am going to buy peculiar clothing, I would prefer it to be 1950s-esque prom dresses with lots of tulle and taffeta, or mod-style stewardess dresses made of polyester. I'm not sure why I am drawn to these styles, but I suspect it has something to do with Audrey Hepburn.
OKAY! NO MORE CLOTHING TALK!!
The rest of my weekend was spent with boys who like AC/DC. We watched several music videos by the Australian cock-rockers, plus Withnail and I and Black Belt Jones. These are totally masculine movies. One of the lines the tough female, Sydney, has in BBJ is, 'I'll make you look like a sick faggot!' before she proceeds to kick the ass of everyone in the room. She also slaps BB and asks him, 'What are you, some kinda faggot?' after he tries to politely request a shag before she returns to New York. I'm not sure why she takes off her shoes before she opens her can of whup-ass, but that's the logic of Black Belt Jones for you.
Withnail and I involves a great deal of drinking. In fact, the main character is such a filthy drunk (and so broke-ass poor) that he resorts to drinking lighter fluid before demanding antifreeze as well. You shouldn't try this if you run out of sherry, however, because he ends up puking on his flatmate's shoes. And when you have to deodorize your shoes before going down to the pub, you're in danger of being called a ponce, and then you'll have to run like hell, which is just such a wrench in an afternoon of alcoholism.
I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, so I think it may be time to head home. I deposited my money order from work on Saturday, but apparently my bank still thinks I am broke and refuses to let me withdraw cash at the ATM. Looks like it's ramen noodles for me! Either that or baked beans. I bought some completely random groceries the other day: 2 cans baked beans, 1 container of yogurt, 1 loaf of bread, and a giant bag of peanuts in shells. What was I thinking?!
Finally, my roommate is outta town tonight and tomorrow. She's off camping in the Laurentians, which sounds like fun. I've got the place to myself... anyone up for Trivial Pursuit or hot sex?
[Edited on Jul 11, 2005 4:17PM]