Sometimes I wonder.

Why not the fuck me?

But then again... who fucking knows.

Old people are mean. Especially that old lady on the bus today who pointed and laugh at me. So. Mean. And yet so funny. I didn't know whether to feel offended or just laugh along with her...

I know the new Bon Iver record came out a couples of days ago... I refuse to hear any of their new songs before I get my hands on my package!

It's tempting... But I shall resist the temptation to listen....

Today was a great day.
Despite me having to take the bus home. But that was okay because I caught the 95 right on schedule and I was able to sit and the bus wasn't crowded at all.
It was a great day.

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You're all kinds of wonderful.

I...

I Am me: philosophaster, life and fashion enthusiast, lover of live and laughter, Tatiana.

I Want my paycheque(s)! Sunny days, clear blue skies and watermelon eating kind of weather. A Jeffrey Campbell footwear collection, an Alexander Wang bag collection, a Pamela Love jewelry collection, an H&M and Zara infested wardrobe.

I Have lost over 10 lbs, 3 inches off the waistline.

I Wish for love.

I Hate pesky ignorant people.

I Fear for a lot of things that I should not need to worry about.

I Hear the grownups conversing in the backyard.

I Search for love and happiness and satisfaction and peace within myself.

I Wonder if you, by any chance, remember my name and my face.

I Regret nothing.

I Love the summer time.

I Always daydream.

I Usually drown myself in music while on the way to work.

I Am Not shy (contrary to popular belief).

I Dance to Phoenix.

I Sing to Bon Iver.

I Rarely sleep late or sleep in.

I Cry during cheesy romantic chick flicks (sometimes).

I Am Not Always quiet. On the contrary, I am loud and obnoxious and silly at home.

I Lose touch with reality sometimes.

I'm Confused about your motives.

I Need not to worry.

I Should talk to you.

I Dream about nothing and everything.

Note to self, her, him and you.

I must. I should. I will.

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She must. She should. She will.

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He must. He should. He will.

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You will. Need not to worry.

life/truth/always

You and me
and never us;
a complicated series of almost interactions.

countdown for the big sun

- Lunch chitchats are the best.
- I love my job. Truly, honestly. I mean, why not? I get to sit down. I have weekends off. And I love my coworkers!! :)
- Ottawa to visit J in two weeks. I'm kind of excited to get out of T.O. just for a little while.
- Why must the Postal Strike be NOW?! I've ordered a bunch of shit online two weeks ago :(
- And my pre-ordered Bon Iver, Bon Iver was JUST shipped. Whyyyy NOOOOW!
- I need to muster all the courage that I have to talk to you. Actually, I've got the courage. I just don't know what the hell to say. If we've talked over the phone before, wouldn't it be easy to talk in person?? Haha. Also, I understand that this sounds utterly pathetic. I don't talk to "Sexy local singles" over the phone... It's an entirely different context. I promise.
- Why do I feel like I'm the one who always remembers faces and names and nobody remembers me.
- Phoenix all day erday.
- Sebastian Pigott is a babe.
- I hope they make a direct deposit this time. Or else Keele is accurately and definitely UNRELIABLE. I gave you my bank info a month ago... like really? You can't input that shit in the computer???
- Favourite quotes from work
* "He was a cute russian boy! Except for the weird thing around his mouth... *Makes disgusted face* From afar he was cute... Until he came closer... Was that a cold sore?"
* "It's from the 50 cent store!"
* "It's like the Post office downstairs is on strike too!" *said after getting the mail downstairs and returns with a pile of inter-campus mail.*
Hahaha. I love my job.

Reoccurring pattern. And all the shit I allowed myself to tolerate, to accept.

But not anymore.

:)

- $$$
- Eating lunch outside practically everyday results in me having a watch tan line.... and yet still have pale blinding legs.
- Why is it so hard to dress for work? Casual office attire shouldn't be this difficult.
- Remember Offred in the Republic of Gilead with the Commander and Moira and the Marthas? Hahaha. Grade 11 English flashback.
- I can't stress this enough or maybe I just need to remind myself constantly: I am happy. Happy. That's all that matters. Suck on that bitches.
- That awkward moment when you help a former friend over the phone at work and still manage to be nice to them although they were an ignorant mother fucker to you a year ago. Well then again, I wouldn't be any different in person. I guess I should get used to it 'cause you'll be seeing plenty of me and I'll unfortunately will see the both of you.

Things are looking up.

POWER CORRUPTS

Managing to turn your uneccessary remarks into pure sheer entertainment.

On another note: work yesterday was hilarious. A student on the phone had some Indian music blasting and I found it to be extremely funny. I couldn't stop laughing.... so the best thing to do was to make my coworker take the appointment for her. SERIOUSLY. It was so loud.

And students with stupid questions... Unbelievable.
"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE ACCENTS ON MY MAC." UH. It's called GOOGLE.

Anyway, so I finally made my purchases on eBay. So excited!! :)