"Self Centered" Category
Packing Procrastination...
I’m moving in a week and a half…I’ve known about this move for almost a year…one would think that I would have started to pack – not so much…I’m much more interested in procrastinating…here is a list of activities to avoid packing:
10. Check email.
9. Browse Facebook – looking at other people’s pictures is way more important than packing.
8. Go out for coffee.
7. Nap – avoiding packing takes it all out of you.
6. Write procrastination story on ihadajob.com.
5. Re-watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith…still not good…thought it would be better the second time…clearly it was necessary to make this decision before packing.
4. Call everyone in cell phone phonebook to catch up and bitch about how packing everything is so much work.
3. Check Facebook again…a lot happens on FB in 8 hours.
2. Go out to grab a diet pepsi…I love diet pepsi.
and the number one way to avoid packing….
1. Go shopping…when all else fails, you can always hit the mall!
Five reasons to not wear pajamas in public…
I often run out to grab a coffee in pajamas…I know, I know – don’t look at me that way, we’ve all done it. It only takes five minutes and you’re not getting out of the car – why get dressed? Well, here are my reasons to take the cartoon prints off:
-The girl at Tim Hortons will laugh at you when you roll up in pink Minnie Mouse pants.
-The cop will laugh at you when you are pulled over for a “routine check” when you are wearing angels on your pants.
-The old man in the parking lot will laugh at you when you ask for a jump, because your piece of shit car will not start, when wearing holiday themed pants with reindeer and polar bears printed on them.
-The gas station attendant will laugh at you when your tire flies off at 8:15am, and you have no cell phone and you are forced to use the pay phone at the gas station (ok, this did not happen to me…it did happen to one of my good friends – I laughed too).
-The neighbors will always laugh at you because you think you can make it to your car without being spotted in cheetah print pants…you will then make the mistake of calling your neighbour an asshole to his face…oh well, I didn’t like him anyway.
So my resolution is to stop wearing my pajamas outside – ok, fine…just the ones with cartoons on them…I’m a work in progress!
A new low...
I love diet Pepsi…l-o-v-e it. I love all diet soda (aka, pop), but diet Pepsi is my favourite. I don’t buy cases of it because I would drink it at an obscene rate. Instead, I go to Tim Hortons and buy it one can at a time…I know this is not cost effective, but I have no control.
I am that crazy person in the red car who rolls up to the drive through around 10pm, in pajamas, and orders 1 diet Pepsi…I’m pretty sure my local Tim Hortons only stocks it because they know, without fail, I will buy it – one can at a time.
So last night I order my diet Pepsi, drive up to pay the kid at the window and I drop all my change on the ground. Now, I could have just sucked it up and lost the $1.38 to the ground…but I wasn’t about to do that…I throw the car in reverse, park it and get out to look for my change in the dark…hard times, being unemployed…Anyway, the kid was in shock that I got out of my car – he asked me if I had a problem picking up money off the dirty ground…NO…here’s the thing – money is dirty no matter what…so picking it up off the ground doesn’t make a huge difference. I finally found my money, picked it up off the dirty ground and paid for my diet Pepsi. I did all of this while wearing my crocs – a new low for sure!
Crocs...
So I caved…I started wearing Crocs…prior to being unemployed, I thought they were the ugliest shoes out there…I would never be caught dead in them…but as the months go on without a job – comfort = king.
During my former employed days, I would never be caught dead in public in track pants, no makeup or with my hair up…I used to dress up to go to grocery store…now it’s a whole different deal. If my pants don’t have the word yoga on the tag, I’m not into them….I’m pretty sure jeans are the devil…and cotton/spandex pants are made in heaven.
I started to crave crocs about a month ago…I see so many happy feet in them…Christ I love shoes – I love high heals…however, heals and yoga pants don’t mix…In order to mask my new found love for Crocs, I thought the flip flop Crocs would be inconspicuous…no one would know the difference… 
but my sister bought me a pair of the originals – cotton candy pink! I tried them on, and my feet said thank you…I heart them!
According to friends I’ve fallen off the fashion wagon…I’m pretty sure, I can make my way back on…but my wagon now includes comfy, but ugly, shoes.
Weddings...
A friend of mine tied the knot this past weekend. It was a lovely ceremony and a wicked reception…I, of course, became the dancing queen after a few cocktails…busting out moves that no one has ever seen – I always think I look awesome on a dance floor, however, the photos prove something else…ok, so maybe I look like an asshole on the dance floor, but at least I had fun!
This is the first of three weddings I am attending in the 2008/2009 season. It seems that all of my friends are getting married; some elaborate affairs and others small intimate gatherings.
I used to love the idea of weddings – the day M.Stewart’s quarterly wedding edition hit the stands I was first in line to buy it. The glossy pictures of wedding cakes, gowns, favours, etc. always kept me wanting more. I always pictured that I would have the “wedding of the year” with a massive guest list and a sky-rocketing price tag….However, having been to a few weddings and having been asked to be a bridesmaid/maid of honour in 2009 – I’m not sure how I feel about weddings anymore. If and when I do get married, I want to be able to remember the event as being a moment with my husband and not with 300 of my “closest” friends. I get that other people want to share their moment with everyone and their brother; it’s just not me anymore. It’s funny how your dreams change without you really noticing.