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":et it go, let it all fall and smash around you asa the lightfades away"
an American's guid to Canadians funny stuff, and i never knew i never knew the things you poor American's live without. No Ketchup chips? No Shreddies? No Screech? Lol, actually it's probably a good thing you have no screech since i think only fish kissing Newfies can stomach the stuff without going blind off a tablesspoon. I've heard horror stries about said alcoholic beverage. Don't really care to try it either. I think i'll just stick to Labatt and Bacardis.
On anotherother note, i have the place to myself all week. Sweet deal, i'll probably occupy myself cleaning and baking - oh yeah, Ginny the party animal. Strange, i'm usually such a tomboy slob, but as soon as i'm alone that whole housewife thing comes out of me...a little scarey...i hiope that's not in my future anyplace.
Also, seem to be getting very bored/tired/depressed. Must be some sort of post-socialising depression thing where i had friends for 5 weeks and will probably never see any of them again. Plus the fact that i'm alone all day at work with nothing better to do than think i can't help remembering all the fun that's gone. How sad. And now i'm alone for a week with no one but myself for company, and that's not too interesting since i've had myself for company for 20yrs. Bah. thinking about setting up a live journal account. Easier than blogger perhaps, no stupid pop=ups. Whaddya think?
posted by
that girl at 9:40:00 p.m.
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