It's like sugar, so sweet. Good enough to eat. I'm alone again in the office, so obviously the devil's plaything.
I'm ovulating like a MF so am sitting here horny as shit. Sweet, sweet hormones having their capricious way with me. I'd take care of this myself but the bathroom is a hot bed of activity and the solo bathroom is right outside IT which is fine but I think they might be aware if I was in there for 10 minutes. Kidding 4, I can be focused.
My last stroke just went viral. There's levels to it.
Spotify radio is a source of pure joy for me these days, honestly ecstatic that there is always gorgeous tracks being produced and waiting to be discovered by me. The only time I'm sad is when it's a good track but features someone I've canceled for myself then it's a bit ruh-roh but there's too much out there to look back.
I love watching people from up on high. I could watch Toronto move from my boss' office all day. But then I'd be fired and it'd be awkward. I did just watch people not at all get out of the way of a sirens blaring cop car. On one hand, it's the start of rush hour on University just above the Gardiner exit - which, legit, she busy - on the other, as a non-driver, on-high observer, Y'all could have tried a little more. There was no effort to move out of the way. On one hand FTP, on the other they could be on some life-saving shit! I HOPE they move with alacrity should I need assistance in the future.
Then again, I listen to certain tracks and I'm riled up. Hence, making myself a Calm the Fuck down playlist. temet nosce, amirite? I bought myself new makeup today. The happiest feelies. I simply cannot stop buying red lip gloss. I love red lips.
Again, as a non driver, I LOVE watching cars get stranded after being goofy. BRO! OB-viously don't enter the intersection when the countdown is 10> you dumb asshole. I'm glad the denizens of Toronto are like a bitchy hive around you. I can see the cut eye from the 12th floor. Unless you are borrowing a car from someone with Ontario license plates (again, shout out to lazer eye surgery. It's the tits.) and you're a fresh MF tourist, you know better. I tend to slide into bitchy poussay mode of I'ma stretch out this moment of your foolishness and consequent discomfort. I got nowhere to be but right in front of you. I mean, 32% of the time. 68% I am in a hurry, listening to a great track, just full of the Lord's random sunshine or blissfully unaware. Trying to be a more aware person in these streets though. Oh man, I mean - yes - but Toronto for a white woman is pretty safe. Not suggesting like, test the boundaries (keep common sense alive) but compared to almost anywhere else in the world, I'm not anxious about it.
I honestly do not love tequila but I started off with one song with that as the title and I am now on number four which is a cocaine, humidity, raving influenced track and I'm here for it.
Honestly, in my top 5 patronus' would be a squirrel as I simply cahnt maintain focus on tasks. There's so many things! I was getting ice but this song sucks but then I need to check the potential next 10 but what about the cat and I was making an appetizer I Should cut the garlic and also I wanted t0 text someone to pick up chives but I also need to put another roll of tp in the washroom while I shimmy to this jam. What was I doing? Ice! Shout out to Ribs for being the best BEST! clutch player and coming over to all my dinner parties to do 69% of the cooking. Also, for being my absolute favourite concert team mate. Another firefly memory is us at the National and the perpetual arms around shoulders swaying but in particular during their gorgeous acoustic encore where they all stood on the egde of the stage. Man, there are overwhelmingly large swaths of joy across my life story. It really buoys me during the darkish times. Also Ribs, let's me somewhere on this blue ball for a concert. But like, an event.
I've never bungee jumped. I'm quite surprised by this. I do turn 39 in a month.
I still love a mashup, I'm saying it outloud.
What a wicked game to do, to make me dream of you.
I am leaving at Noon today (just imagine I inserted a roadrunner gif because I'm not going to)
Addendum!!
I did leave at Noon and let me tell you my weekend was a dream. It finally quashed the longing for Vancouver that had been infecting my soul. I splashed in puddles (pied piper'd kids into joining me)
went and saw Crazy Rich Asians which was SO GOOD! I CRIED, I LAUGHED, I CRIED AGAIN! I HIGH FIVED STRANGERS! Saw my cousin J-Do who is the only person on this gorgeous blue and green ball who can tell me what to do and I won't immediately become a tequila-infused Donkey with a soul burning with No. I went to the Island on Saturday as they apparently Air BnB that shit up and my fav duo, Lawa and I-Agree, graciously invited me to revel in their good fortune for the day. The beach couldn't have been nicer and unpopulated and since I forgot my bathing suit and went in a nude strapless bra and a scrap of lace, I was happy about it. The waves were a joyous workout and we laughed and laughed. Sigh. That was really happy. Sunday was joining a friend at Canada's Wonderland and I fucking forgot how much joy I swell up with there. I bought a 2019 pass. Will go in evenings and rainy days and get the gd fastpass. Leviathan will be feeling my ass multiple times in the upcoming year. I love doing all the things.
a haiku:
Want to fall in love
hearts lobbing joy back and forth
more body friction
xo
A
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