Okay. I poured my second whiskey at like 11:45 (let's not count the innumerable glasses of wine I had preceding that).Then I ripped a bunch of CDs.
One of them was John Mayer. I'm sorry. I know. But you know what? My body is a wonderland and sometimes I need someone to tell me that. Insert impish grin here.
The other two were rather Indie so I ought to have bought them but I didn't but maybe if I like them I will buy future albums on iTunes to balance out the karma.
I had impure thoughts.
I'm absolutely not getting up until 11am tomorrow cause it's snowing like a bastard and Michael just called to say he left my car at work cause the security guard gave him a lift home and he said all the buses are turned into the curb cause they don't want to go down Lonsdale and all these cars and taxis are spinning out and it's rather hilarious.
I didn't have an appropriate dinner. Instead I had some carrots, apples, crackers and smoked mussels while drinking wine and praying for a nude shot of Clive Owen while Michael toiled away at work.
Clearly. Clearly I am a bad apple.
Oh, and I didn't solve this fucking puzzle. There is some way that you can get the ball out from behind the bars and I am not yet ready to look up the answer online.
Apparently it's less of a "puzzle" and more of a "trick". I'm sure my hammer can solve it quite nicely.
See? See how bad I am??
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They are running the rock this morning... The WhiteRock Marathon. Check it out... http://www.runtherock.com/
You know what's so weird about that? I grew up in a small town called White Rock, maybe forty kilometres south of Vancouver.
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